imaginative chap believed that his services deserved the mission
to France; and, as that was refused him, it was but natural for him to
become at once a Southern Confederacy in sentiment, and pronounce our
Honest Abe a tyrant of defective education.

Just before the last election, I met him at the Baltimore railroad
depot, and says he: "I have just invested a cool five hundred thousand
in gold. It is positively sure," says he, glibly, "it is positively
sure that the reelection of our present despot will send gold straight
up to five hundred. I tell you," says he, in a wild ecstasy, "it'll
ruin the country, and I shall clear a half million."

He was a Jerseyman of fine feelings, and took a little hard cider for
his often infirmity.

Yesterday I saw that man again, my boy, and I gave him a five-cent note
in consideration of his great ability in sweeping a street-crossing. He
deserted his canned peaches, and was cr-r-rushed.

But what is this manuscript upon my table, as I write? It is a
veracious and wholesome little tale of

"THE SOUTH.--BY A NORTHER.

"'Twas night, deep night, in the beautiful city of Richmond; and
the chivalrous Mr. Faro was slowly wending his way through Broad
street to the bosom of his Confederate family, when, suddenly, he
was confronted by a venerable figure in rags, soliciting alms.

"'Out of my path, wretch!' ejaculated the haughty Virginian,
impatiently; and, tossing two thousand dollars ($2000) to the
unfortunate mendicant, he attempted to pass on.

"The starving beggar was about to give way, and had drawn near the
barrel which he carried on a wheelbarrow, for the purpose of adding
to its contents the pittance just received, when the small amount
of the latter seemed to attract his attention for the first time,
and again he threw himself in the way of the miserly aristocrat.

"'Moses Faro,' he muttered, in tones of profound agitation, 'you
have your sheds full ($000000000) of Southern Bonds, while one poor
barrel full ($000) must supply me for a whole day; yet would I not
exchange places with a man capable of insulting honest poverty as
you have done this night.'

"The proud Virginian felt the rebuke keenly; and as he stood,
momentarily silent, in the presence of the hapless victim of
penury, he could not help remembering that he had, on that very
morning, willingly given his youngest son five tho