Charity
Charity iz a blessed privilege; it lifts poor human natur up to the level ov the angells, and sheds the lite ov heaven on our pathway. It iz the most butiful ov all the impulses ov the heart, and the eazyest to execute. Thare iz not a thought that goes out kindly to welkum a child ov sorrow, but what iz kredited in the grate book ov everlasting life, under the head ov Charity. Thare iz not a gift, not even a kup of kold water, thare iz not a self sakrafice ov enny kind, thare iz not a virtewous wish, nor a kind hope, but what kan be kounted amung the jewels ov charity. Charity hath no markit-price here, nor hereafter, thare iz menny a penny in the grate box that will kount out brighter, at the last day, than enny dollar that iz thare. But thoze people who are the soonest to melt with charity, are often the soonest to freeze up,—i have seen them so fastidious that they couldn’t meet an objikt ov charity, without plunging their hand into one pocket, and taking out a ten cent piece, put it right bak into the other, thus satisfying their charity, and saving their munny at the same time.
Jess So
All the philosophy in the world, wont make a hard trotting hoss ride eazy.
One ov the most unfortunate individuals i kno ov, iz a third-rate fiddler.
Q.–How’s yure mother-in-law?
A.–Helthy, i thank yu, how’s yures?
Now having his merchandize purchased,
He’s out in the sno, and the sleet,
And yells like a “brave” on the war path,
Az swiftly he runs thru the street.