Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
I do not think it needful to repeat all the wise and humane things
said by Abel Snipe: they convinced me he was the most benevolent of
beings, and warmed a similar spirit that was now burning in my breast,
and which burnt on until it became at last a general conflagration of
philanthropy. Yea, the transformation was complete; I found within
me, on the sudden, a raging desire to augment the happiness of my
fellow-creatures; and wondered that I had ever experienced any other
passion. The generous Abel discoursed to me of the thousands I--that
is, my prototype, the true Zachariah--had rescued from want and
affliction, and of the thousands whom I was yet to relieve. My brain
took fire at the thought, and I exulted in a sense of my virtue; I
perceived, in imagination, the tear of distress chased away by that
of gratitude; I heard the sob of sorrow succeeded by the sigh of
happiness, and the prayer of beseeching changed to the prayer of praise
and thanksgiving. A gentle warmth flowed from my bosom through the
uttermost bounds of my frame, and I felt that I was a happy man; yea,
reader, yea, and verily, I was at last happy. My only affliction was,
that the battered condition of my body prevented my sallying out at
once, and practising the noble art of charity. The tears sprang into my
eyes when Abel recounted the numbers of the miserable who had besieged
my doors during my two weeks of insensibility, crying for assistance.
"Why didst thou not relieve them, Abel Snipe?" I exclaimed.
"Verily," said Abel, turning his eyes to heaven with a look of fervent
rapture, "I did relieve the sorrowing and destitute even to the
uttermost penny that was in my pocket. Blessed be the deed, for I have
not now a cent that I can call my own. As for thine, Zachariah, it
became me not to dispense it, without thy spoken authority; the more
especially as thy nephew, Jonathan, did hint, and vehemently insist,
that thou hadst bestowed too much already for thy good, and his."
These words filled me with concern and displeasure.
"Surely," said I, "the young man Jonathan is not averse to deeds of
charity?"
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