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{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": "A queer but solemn Old Humorist"}
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"A queer DuI SOlcmn OiO HumOFibt.


A queer old humorist lived in little
cottage in the outskirts of our village. He
had travelled much in the east, and had
made money as merchant i'll Smyra.-Bc-
ing native Of our parish, and q bachelor, he
came to close his moral chapter where it
began. need scarcely say that like SO ma
ny of his class, hc was fidgety, tcsty, and
troublesome-bu lover offair play, with
al, warm hearted, and benevolent AT bot
tom, too, he was thoroughly religious
man. He and were getting on uncom-
monty well together, when, greatly to my
sorrow, he took i'll and died, only a few
months after we had become acquainted.
An odd incident befel him on his death bed !;
and must relate it as illustrative of his cha
racter. .st


A thief made his way into the cottage
one midnight, and entered his dying cham.
ber TO steal-for he was counted rich as
nabob. There was light burning in the
room. >


aWhat do you want, my friend - was
the testy demand of our disturbed old gen.
tleman. q


"Your money and Jewels" !" replied the
thief


"Oh you are there are you very well.
Just look at these old legs of mine, (thrust-
ing out his emancipated members from be-
meath the bed clothes. Nay, lay hold Of
them--feel tliem---so you may be perfectly
convinced in your own mind, now, that !
cannot go into the next apartment, where
my money is. Come, then, take me on
your back, and carry me there" Saying
this, the old chap, dying though he was,
actually rose and got out Of bed.


The thiefd drew back with look Of ghast-
ly surprise.


tsTlark ye son Of woman born" con
tinued the old gentleman empbaticalIy, as
he sathim down on the side pfthe bed, and
|rslsed his finger with warning aolemn''Y,
Nv @ NJ NNMg way " FIeVAlR' aNa faN