New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-04-19

remembered that had some clothes that |
did not care about wearing much more, so
told him 10 wait moment while l went
over and posted my letter, and then would
take him to my hotel 1 intended to give
the poor fellow the clothes, fsrI could not
believe that he had any money to buy them.
But when got him to the hotel, and had
made him sit down, and had ordered pint
of sherry, and got him into conversation,
found that he was no beggar, and that l
could not give him anything. Proud and
honorable, sir, was Mugly, if he had no
shirt. He told me something about himself
| that night, and more afterwsrd, as we be-
came better acquainted. He was employed
in this business of buying old clothes by
rich old file who supplied him with a few
shillings every day, and sent him out to
stand on the street and waylsy gentlemen
for their old clothes. The clothes were
cleaned up and mended and secured and
sent over to Ireland, where they were sold.
Dress coats were in especial demand, Mugly
told me. The Irish were keen after
dress coats and green waistcoats and striped
trowsers. He made sometimes u shilling a
day-sometimes sixpence--sometimes moth
ing, To-day he had made nothing, but on
the clothes that l had sold him, and for
which he paid me eighteen shillings, he
would make perhaps two shillings. slipped
the eighteen shillings that he paid me into
the pocket of his coat behind while he was
tying up the things in bundle, but there
was no bottom to his pocket, and the bloody
money came rafting down on the floor, at
the sound of which Mugly turned round
and caught me at it. He picked up the
money, and gave it back to me, and then
sat down in his chair and cried. And after
that he always looked on me as friend, and
at odd times, when invited him to the
Cafe Royal, and had him dine with me, and
sat with him after dinner, he told me his
history, and read me pieces of his writings
and some of his poems, and so on.
Mugly is an Englishman, like myself, al
though you would, perhaps, not discover
that fact from my conversation, as l fatter
myself l speak the language without any Of
the cockney twang. do not know what he
had not been, and where he had not been.
A soldier, a sailor, teacher, an emigrant,
reporter proof.reader, a railroad guard,
a hotel waiter, and now an old clothes man.
Perhaps he is a little cracked-he has had
misery enough to render that quite possible.
Poor devil, he told me one night that he was
married, and that his wife and child were in
Canada, and that he never would see them
again, and he unbuttoned his coat (and
then saw he had no shirt) and pulled out
, a package done up in dirty paper and
opened it, and from the middle of a great
+. lot of papers, all written over and over, he
took little gold loeket and opened it, and
showed me the portrait of his wife. A
s magnificent woman, beautiful as an angel
with wonderful eyes and golden hair.
could not believe that the miserable Great
ure who sat there before the fire, sodden and
a grimy and degraded could ever have owned
this woman as his wife. But it was true
as l afterward found ont, and they wer'
parted forever, although for what reason
could never learn. A few nights after thi
: Mugly read to me some lines which he sale
o he had written on Sunday evening
r when he had walked down to the seaside a
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