y undher him an' he falls down. He can't
raise it fr'm th' groun'. It's ossyfied an' useless. I've seen
manny a fellow that suffered fr'm ossyfied gin'rosity.

"Whin a man begins makin' money in his youth at annything but games
iv chance, he niver can become gin'rous late in life. He may make
a bluff at it.

Some men are gin'rous with a crutch. Some men get the use of their
gin'rosity back suddenly whin they ar-re in danger. Whin Clancy
the miser was caught in a fire in th' Halsted Sthreet Palace hotel
he howled fr'm a window: 'I'll give twinty dollars to annywan
that'll take me down.' Cap'n Minehan put up a laddher an' climbed
to him an' carrid him to the sthreet. Half-way down th' laddher
th' brave rayscooer was seen to be chokin' his helpless burdhen.
We discovered aftherwards that Clancy had thried to begin negotyations
to rayjooce th' reward to five dollars. His gin'rosity had become
suddenly par'lyzed again.

"So if ye'd stay gin'rous to th' end niver lave ye'er gin'rosity
idle too long. Don't run it ivry hour at th' top iv its speed,
but fr'm day to day give it a little gintle exercise to keep it
supple an' hearty an' in due time ye may injye it."

The End of Things

"The raison no wan is afraid iv Death, Hinnessy, is that no wan
ra-ally undherstands it. If anny wan iver come to undherstand
it he'd be scared to death. If they is anny such thing as a cow'rd,
which I doubt, he's a man that comes nearer realizin' thin other
men, how seeryous a matther it is to die. I talk about it, an'
sometimes I think about it. But how do I think about it? It's me
lyin' there in a fine shoot iv clothes an' listenin' to all th'
nice things people are sayin' about me. I'm dead, mind ye, but I
can hear a whisper in the furthest corner iv th' room. Ivry wan
is askin' ivry wan else why did I die. 'It's a gr-reat loss to
th' counthry,' says Hogan. 'It is,' says Donahue. 'He was a fine
man,' says Clancy. 'As honest a man is iver dhrew th' breath iv
life,' says Schwartzmeister. 'I hope he forgives us all th' harm
we attimpted to do him,' says Donahue. 'I'd give annything to
have him back,' says Clancy. 'He was this and that, th' life iv
th' party, th' sowl iv honor, th' frind iv th' disthressed, th'
boolwark iv th' constichoochion, a pathrite, a gintleman, a Christyan
an' a scholard.' 'An' such a roguish way with him,' says th' Widow
O'Brien.

"That's what I think, but if I judged fr'm expeeryence I'