“MR. DUNKIN
“SIR I have Recieved thee Sum of Three Dolers an a half
from Your hans an I Recieve thee same with Joy an Grattetude. 
“Yours respecfull
“THOMAS WHEATLEY.”

I said his applications for money were always granted.  I must, however, make an exception, which, after all, will only go to prove the rule.  One bright morning he met me at the office-door, his face as beaming as the weather.  He hardly waited for me to doff my overcoat and hat, when he announced that he had bought a second-hand parlor organ the evening before, on credit, for seventy-five dollars, to be paid in instalments of twelve dollars and a half each.  He had been very hard up for a month past, as I had abundant occasion to know, and it was therefore with a feeling rather stronger than surprise, that I received the announcement of this purchase.

“But you haven’t fifty cents toward paying for it.  And what on earth can you possibly want with a parlor organ?  Can you play?—­can any of your family play?”

“Well, naw, seh,” scratching his head reflectively.  “I cain’t s’ay they kin not to say play”—­as if they were all taking lessons, and expected to become proficient at some not far distant day.  “In fac’, seh, none on um knows a wued o’ music.  I didn’t mean, seh, I didn’t ‘tend the—­the instrument fu’ househol’ puhpasses—­I—­I ’tended hit as a off’in’ to ouh Sabbath-school.  We—­we has no instrument at present, an’—­”

I am afraid I uttered a very bad word at this juncture.  Thomas started, and retired in great discomfiture, and I thought I had made an end of the matter, but that afternoon I found the small scrap of paper on my desk—­really, I think, with a little practice, Thomas might hope to rival the man who goes about writing the Lord’s Prayer in the space of half a dollar.  My name was in larger capitals, the rest in smaller letters, than usual, and I was requested “to oblidge him with the sum of twelve dolers an’ a half.”  I knew then that the first organ-instalment was due, but I think it needless to add, his application was refused.  About a week afterward, I learned that the Sabbath-school was again without a musical instrument, the organ having been pawned for twenty dollars, Thomas paying ten per cent a month on the money.  It was so with everything he undertook.  Once he gave me elaborate warning that I must furnish myself with another messenger at once, as he was going to make a fortune peddling oranges and apples.  Accordingly, he bought a barrel (!) of each kind of fruit, sold half at reasonable rates, and then, the remainder beginning to decay on his hands, he came to me, offering really fine Havana oranges at a cent apiece.

“I’m driffin’ ’em off et coss—­driffin’ ’em off et coss,” he whispered, speaking rapidly, and waving his hands about, oriental fashion, the palms turned outward and the fingers twirling; this peculiar gesture seemed intended to indicate the cheapness of his wares.  “Dey coss me mo’n that; heap mo’, but I’m faih to lose um all now, en I’m driffin’ ’em off, sine die.”