Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1879-05-27

Ills anu street ARABS are you IND sc
| plenty in New York. The white boys
exclusively sell papers, and many OF
them carry the box and brush, but they
are far better clad and better behaved
and friend informed US if sable
urchin presumed on such employment,
he was greeted with so warm q recep-
ton lie soon disappeared from sight
Some of the hotels and restaurants have
black servants exclusively, but when
you encounter q Virginia or Kentucky
negro they do not hesitate to express
themselves in very strong language in
praise of Southern people over this pop.
ulation. There is not the 1.-THE of SYM
pathy for them here we have for them in
the South.
To-day, in the hall of the Grand Pa
cific, my sympathies were excited by a
pleasant boy of sixteen SUMMERS
dragging himself by me, and stopping
to ask aims. On asking him where he
was from, imagine my surprise to hear
hlm say from Christiansburg, Va.n l
asked him to name prominent men
| there, when he at once gave me the
names OF a number of my acquaint-
| ances, satisfying me he was no impos-
tor. His name is James Robert Taylor,
son OF John Taylor, killed at Gettys-
burg, and Louisa Garrett and was born
at the Montgomery White Sulphur
Springs. His left leg disabled with
white swelling, the right became para
lyzed; and his mother dying some two
or three years ago, he said the authori-
ties were about to send him to the poor
house. Revolving at the idea, as the
names of his parents indicate good fam
lily, and having heard that Chicago was
a great city, (see the energy in one so
helpless,) be boldly struck out for it,
IN the hope, as he said, that by selling
fruit, &c, lie could make q living. He
said he crawled on the cars at Chris
tan sburg, and the conductors, moved
as we can well believe, by sympathy,
passed him along, via Bristol, Chatta-
nooga, and st. Louis to this place. He
reached here three months ago, and the
poor fellow had all the. glamour and ro-
nance worn off, and when we asked
what he wanted, said, with tears in his
eyes, he wanted to get back to Virginia.
Poor MANNED, helpless waif his fathers
remains sleeping on the battlefield of
Gettysburg, and his mothers on the
bosom of that soil so dear to every Vir-
glnlan, our heart went out in sympathy
to him. When we told him we were
from Virginia, he said it was the first
Vlrglnlan he had seen. We left him in
charge OF our cane and papers, and
went to the office Of the hotel for wri-
ting material, and wrote out the brief
history given above, addressing it to our
esteemed friends, Leander J. McCor-
mick and Hugh Adams, and other Vir-
gjai0ns, and when we carried it back,
there were two gentlemen conversing
with him. We read 10 him and to them
what we had written, and saw them
both WipiHg their eyes Us we finished,
gave him our card with the letter, and |
asked him to get some one to write to US
as to what should befall him in the fu-
ture, when he dragged himself away.
1t vii! be gratifying to the venerable |
father and friends OF DIR. John 3. Bell, |
on the Long Glade, to hear favorable |
mention OF him in this c0nnectioa. He
came here, very soon after the war,
without q single acquaintance in the
city, and with 8 brave and determined
WILL although visited with the heavy
atiiction Of losing his wife, and some
time after, his youngest child. a very
sprightIy little boy, by being run over
by street-ear, has achieved indepen-
dence. lie is one Of the looking
Eien we have met.
Two OF your Stanton boys, Messrs.
Frazier and McChesney, / have heard a
most excellent report Of, and will take
pleasure in meeting them presently.
i need uot say | have been met with |
open arms and warm hearts by old
friends, some Of whom are the founders
Of Chicago's greatness, and who have
written their names high up on the page
Of the worlds benefactions in letters
that will brighten down the vista OF ages
.tap don ~
for the difficulty IS not what to say, but
where to stop, We may trespass on
you again. ROBIN ADAIR.