The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1867-01-03
Kindness Rewarded.

1t is dreadful thing to be old and poor,
and have no home; but there is q deeper
depth of human calamity than this-'t is
to have, in addition, an old age OF vast
ing, wearing sickness, which is often su.
perinduced by the constant depression OF OF
mind which attends the consciousness OF
being alone, friendIess and in want. One
of the very best means OF avoiding an
old aoe of destitution and bodily suffer
| inc is to cultivate while young all the be-
neyolent and generous feelings of our ma
ture, never by any possibility allowing
an opportunity pass of befriending tel
low traveller, IS we are passing along lifes
journey, for sooner or later the reward
will come-the reward of happy heart
and oftentimes o comfortable provision
for declining years.
In 1912, o wounded soldier was lying
helpless on the plains of Chalmette, o few
miles below New Orleans. A youth pass
ing that way kneeled at his side, inquired
as to his wants, conveyed him to shell
ter, and remained with him until he was
able TO leave for his homo in the city.
Nearly half q century later the wounded
soldier died, but old Judah Touro never
forgot the youth who helped him on the
battle field, and left him fifty thousand
dollars in money, besides some duties to
perform, which eventually yielded MIR.
Shepherd one hundred thousand dollars
more.
While living in New Orleans, about
the year 1850, a poor young doctor, with
large family and small practice, came
often into my Office. He was always
courteous, always kind, and always sad
and who could be otherwise when ankle
ty for to-morrow's bread for wife and
children is always pressing on the heart ?
But there came letter one day, with the
English post,mark, making inquiries for
certain young American doctor who
had greatly befriended an English gen.
tleman during long and dangerous at
tack of sickness in New Orleans num-
Der of years before. This grateful gen.
tleman had died, and left our poor young
doctor large estate.
Ten years ago and less, there lived in
the city of New York clergyman
whose name and memory are sacred to
thousands of grateful, loving, revering
hearts. He has not been dead long; he
will never die out of the holy affections
of the people before whom he came in
and went out SO many years. Among
his people there was one man, and he was
of large wealth, who seemed to make it
his special business, as it was his highest
happiness, to see that his reverend pastor
wanted nothing. 1t was not fitful care.
1t did not spring up in May and die long
before December came, but through
weeks and months and long years it was
always the same ; incessant, perennial,
gushing up always like never failing
spring The pastor died; his loving
watcher, by no fault Of his own, failed '>r
almost millions; any recovery was :.uso-
lutely hopeless. The grief that oppressed
him most was the loss of ability to help
the helpless. Men looked on and won
dered, and began to question if Provi-
dence would let such o man come to want
in his gray hairs. But there was an eye
upon him. A man Of very great wealth
said: "He must not suffer who cared so
we'll and so faithfully and long for my old
minister. He is just the man want to
attend to my estates, and he shall have
all he asks for as compensation for his
services"