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Archive for 21. January 2009
A GENUINE NOBLEMAN.–
21. January 2009 by admin.
Returning home from Philadelphia, we had for a fellow-passenger a poor, broken, emaciated Massachusetts soldier, too weak to sit erect, and so far gone in physical constitution as to give little hope for aught else than his possible arrival at his home in Boston with the breath of life not extinct. He was accompanied by a kind matron, who, though no relation of the sufferer, was a Massachusetts woman, and had in the pity of her soul volunteered to attend his passage home to die. It was a piteous sight, and but a type of many hundreds we have seen the past year. Of course an object of such interest awakened the tenderest sympathies of all beholders. We proffered such aid as we could, and on arrival at the wharf in New-York attempted negotiations with various carriers for a passage for the invalid up to the New-Haven cars. As the boy was destitute of money, as well as broken down in health, we tried to so far touch the pity of some of the back-drivers as to get him conveyed at an honest price. While chaffering with the crowd, up stepped a frank and honest-looking driver, who, listening to the narration, at once responded, “I’ll take the poor fellow up there for nothing. I carried just such a one up last night, but I guess I shant lose nothing.” No, thought we, my dear fellow, such true nobility of nature shall not result in loss to you if we can help it, so we demanded his card, and here it is.
WILLIAM RYDER,
Proprietor of Carriages Nos. 28 & 46.
Stable 96 Lawrence St.
New York.
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