Her Poor Jerry — 393
An old woman received a letter from the post-office, at New York. Not knowing how to read, and being anxious to know the contents, supposing it to be from one of her absent sons, she called on a person near to read the letter to her. He accordingly began and read—“Charleston, June 23: Dear mother,” then making a stop to find out what followed (as the writing was rather bad), the old lady exclaimed: “Oh, ’tis my poor Jerry, he always stuttered!”