This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864 Excerpt: ...out?" asked a Yankee, in a gruff voice, interrupting my train of sublime meditation; "up ISTorth we call a man of forty-nine years well advanced in life " "And so he is," I answered, "in those unhappy realms of Yankeedom; but in the celestial Confederacy a man does not arrive at the years of discretion until he is fifty-one." I then fell upon the breast of the Weeping Orphan, and told him that I would share with him my last crust, and invited him to my quarters at the St. Louis Hotel, which invitation he accepted with flowing tears of gratitude. Macpherson finds himself with a large family on his hands. Scarcely had we taken four drinks, before the Orphan burst into a flood of such violent tears that I feared the effect upon his tender constitution. "Oh " he cried, "what will become of those sweet buds of affection, my wailing infants, who groan for bread; and my tender spouse, whose grief surpasses my own?" "Bring them hither," I exclaimed; "I will protect them from the cold blasts of the world, and fill their mouths with bread and jerked beef." "Generous stranger " exclaimed the Orphan; "I accept the proffered hospitalities of your house." He then brought in his family, which consisted of a wife and thirteen children, and all about the same size.. "These are the cause of my anxiety, ' he exclaimed, "and for these I weep almost as much as for my own bereaved lot, cast as I am, at a tender age, upon my own resources." "I will keep this charge " I answered, " and thou shalt know that none ever in vain appealed to the charity of the Plato of the Confederacy." I then ordered supper for the crowd, and found that it would cost me $85 p...