Delaware journal. [volume] (Wilmington [Del.]) 1827-1832, 1829-02-17

continued moan, every tone OF which echoed the
dying peal ofmy happiness. was frantic with grief
but my sorrow awaited not. watered his wounds
with my tears. would have bartered every hope
Of joy to hear the slightest word Of endearment from
his swollen lips, but he never spoke again And IN
the moment when the last sigh of dissolving Nature
heaved on his lips, he turned his glazing eyes upon
me, and in piercing look through which beamed
the intelligence of supeii Tor being, he reproached
me yes, the darling babe Of my bosom reproached
me for my cruelty. That look has haunted me ev-
err since, and even now it gares upon me-
must pause. ******A few more tears have shed to
thy memory. my child | would fain complete my
sorrowul task. and not permit vain regrets to be the
only fruit of my pentence. The fearful tale OF my
boys accident was soon rudely told by the unfeel
ing witnesses ofmy agony. He had awakened, and,
on my not replying to his calls, had wandered into
the sitting room, where by some accident, which
must ever remain mystery, the fire caught his
night-clohes He screamed, but, before assistance
could be rendered, the flames had done their work
of death, and shvelled his delicate skin, which was
airer than monumental alabaster. He died. and
watched for days and nights by his mangled corpse.
Oh! how terribly bitter were these moments !
gazed upon the trihes which had begulled his fan
cy, and when midnight lent its silence to the
was startled by his ocund laugh of happiness but
it closed with the moaning of pain, and it chilled
my heart. startled--but found had slept. |
was alone with my dear hoy. At last the grave
closed upon him, but still felt no change, for my
joy and hope were buried with him. My husband
returned he had doated child, and shed bit
ter tears for his death. But this not all--he
felt that was murderer THE murderer Of my
chald True he did not openly reproach me that
| could have borne with patience, because deserv-
ed it but in the cold averted glance, in the PEN
sive sigh of misery, felt all he would fan conceal
In the lone and Silly hours of night whom conscious
guilt banshed sleep from my pillow, have mark
ed his anguish--angush which | could not sootbe,
which dare not question. This could not last.
His constitution, naturally delicate, received a
shock in the calamity of his child, from which he
never recovered, and, after lingering some months
in decline, his sorrows we're ended in death. In
dying his grief resolved itselfto wordshe decar-
ed that he forgave me-" butt cannot tell the
rest. He sleeps beside our ill-starred boy Here
was second being consigned to the grave through
my rash negligence. Why did not follow Why
! but that my penance might be fulfilled, that
might feel the desolation had brought upon N.Y.
self? am now alone in crowded world
And now, all is past away returning years have
brought seasons of hope to the innocent and happy
but to me they come without smlle--wthout a
blessing. Still see the dying glance of my babe
and the echoes of my husbands reproach and
when ! behold the children of my acquaintance
gaddening their homes, and cheering their hearts
with innocent prattle, turn to departed days. ant
! from my Utmost soul wish had died in giving birth
to my sainted cherub. ***
| Boston, (Eng.) Nov. 49,