The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1866-04-16

an onion, or 4 few chillots and n slice of sau
sage rs big rs Spanish pillar dollar, and
slice of brown bread, we could be independent.
But then we are such a spoilt people-we
have eaten so much-we have paid SO much,
and taken so much time up for our eating, that
now we make poor hand of accommodating
ourselves 10 our necessities. Happy the peo
pie who are poor and content, not having
known what luxury was and not desiring It,
What the eye sees not the heart rues not. But
great would be the reward of that nation who,
falling from aflluence, falls easily and acqui-
esces gracefully in its misfortunes. This may
be, to degree, said of us but still, Mr.. Edi-
tor, there is room to economise, to chasten our
pride, to moderate our ambition. The inner
and the outer man should be put upon the re-
duced footing All sorts of expenses should
be scaled--our living, our drinking, our raj
ment. Our passions would be tempered, our
spirits purified, and our general frame Of
mind such rs that we might thank the Yam
KEGS for smoothing for us the way to heaven !
If this ain. true, set old leather apron down
for fool.
If you want lesson on humanity and the
fleetng nature of all this worlds happiness
and glories, come out, friend Dispatch, and take
Il seat on 4 vacant bench next me. You will
soon see the hearse on the way to Holly ywood.
He that is in the hearse was a rich man-he
got it by trick and deception-a guilty con-
science destroyed his peace and he fell on evil
ways-and here he is. \ wife and three chill
dren are following, and they are weeping; but
nobody else looks sad indeed, the third hack
has a jolly set of fellows. Most of the follow
ers are boon companions of the dead, and they
are not heart broken, by any means. SO he
goes Well-got wealth may meet disaster but
i'll got wealth destroys its master.
During the day others follow the infant
the sweet and innocent girl,-the mother,-the
young rose,-the venerable, white-headed
grandfa ther,- ages: all qualities. But all
are going the same road the pauper, whom
nobody owns, is trotted on to Gods acre, TO
| take his place with all the rest. Here you
| may moralZe on these pageants, and ask what
| is life, what is ambition? What is wealth and
what is honor? Nothing. Look ut those re-
turning from the graye-they are merry-the
| dead is put away and in Il week is forgotten.
Sometimes | wish they would change the
route of the dead. l am afraid will become
callous, and not feel any of the natural emo
| tions at death. feel for these Sidney people,
who behold so many of the funeral pageants.
| 1t will make them none the better. Thus far
| I have learned from these examples that man
should live honest and conten ted-should be
moderate in his aspirations, walk humbly and
| fear God, if he wants TO die happy and have
some honest tears shed over his grave. If he
devotes his life to acquiring wealth and
worldly honors, he will not be happy in this
| world, will not carry any of the profits OF his
| labors in life ont of il, and will be shovellcd
away and forgotten before he is cold by those
! who will fight over the wealth he leaves be-
| hind.
SO much for old Crispin's views on tins
! point. | am taking up room; but business l.
slack l wish prices were lower. hadrather
! have constant work and lower rates. But let
us have rents particularly lower. If every
| thing could tumble TO a moderate standard, 1t
would be a great good. People would be ten
times as happy, and, really believe, better
! | am sure it would give hundreds better
chance for Heaven,
am in want Of good bristles, good kip
skins, and good everything. l have some
| really pretty girls TO fit; but l am mighty
! poor. Keep me informed of the markets.
7 &. WELT.