The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1879-09-24
.Old SID Discourses on Charity ana
Law Gould.

Old 81 came into the sanctum and de-
nosjted his cake OF ice on q manuscript
poem entitled 1.-THE Waning Summer
Said he:
"Tll tell yer what's de marter, boss, We
en- foxes takes bout anything bein' colder
dan cherity dey's missiu' de ozark dey
shoots at pow 'rfully, yer heah me!'
"Why so, Sir"
"Jess kase cherity amt no mo- cold dan
is white, sayin' OBJ dat frInstance. Dere
amt muffin dat er man gifts in him desc
days dat'll het him up mo- warmly dan a
tit oh puore cherity-noW dats So NAM
it'll"
"Certainly, but what has turned your
reflections in that channel?"
Muffin mo- dan aIus argerfies to my
self bout what l sees gon' on. Now, dar'S
dat case in de Cons tuShun dis mornin' dat
dar Mister Jay Goule, whar is richer man
dan ole Lazarus war an heZ got mo- GUS
sim fun de ginrul run oh 'Merican mankin'
dan mos eny man llbin' fur his bullin' am
bearin' an cornerin' in de fnanshel affairs
OBJ de country; see dar, now, what he hab
done?"
"His aid to the Memphis sufferers is
very noble deed, and no mistake"
"Jess sol Yer see, we folks don't glib
de debbil his due but moughty seldom, but
we's pow'rful brash ter put er debbil labil
on cherry man dat we don't like. EZ fur
me, allus tbo't dat Mister Goule 'ud sum
day riz up an sbo' dat de good Lord made
him, too, an he'd cr use fur him. Amt l.
rite, now?'
Most assuredy."
eyer see, | knob dat sumtime he'd git
outen bed in de mornin' am see in de paper
dat his time had aroVe. An speck be got
hop de paper de odder mornin' an red hit
over mons'rous kecrful; den he lade hit
down by his plate an tho't bout hit er
long time. De sperrit war mellerin' OBJ
him. D'reckIy he rig up am say to hisself !:
sLookie byar, JAY, you'se got mo- mummy
dan yer sheer. WAY down yander on de
AIississippy dere's white foxes an niggers
dying like sheep. Hyah you is, SCUM an
well, doin' muffin fur 'em. Hump yo'sef,
ole boy. De same Lord dat sent de yaller
deth on 'em bez so moov'd de waves Of
forchune ez ter wash up lots oh goldn
sand on de shores Oh yo' life. Dere's er
white PAT oh duty afore yer ez wide ez err
turnpike am ez brite er shelrode by
the seaside. Den Jay tuck. in de idee
dat ter-day he wuz dar an termorrow he
moughtn't be nowhar, dat er duzzen New
York lawyers mought behold, in de kom-
binatioE ter his safe, his family fghtin'
ober his leavin's, his bones somewhat up
in Canady waitin' fur er reward ter fetch
'em back, dat seberal new wimmin mought
be putin fow'rs on his toom am claimin
him fur dere late lamentid-an' Jay got
warm in de reejun oh his lef' bres' pocket.
When he felt round dar he foun' his pensil
an dat's how cum dat telegram ter so hum
min into Memtis!"
"He deserves great honor for bis gen.
erous help!"
can he'll git hit, don't yer fereit hit |!
Foxes don't 60 back on dat kim OBJ men,
arr de good Lord don't Overlook 'em kase
he kno'd what he put 'em byar for. Wen
hit Amt wartcr fun de rock, er NANNY an
quales In de wilderness, hits Jay Goule men
in de darkes' days oh depestlence!"
And the old man couldn't have felt more
grateful il Jay had sent him check for
thousand in his own name.-Atianta Con-
Stitntion.