Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1841-11-18

avoid man's inhnmanny to man, which
IN northern cities pursues the poor and
lnecessltous even To the prison wall
The widows son here breathed his last
while she mourncd his absencc--not
his death ; her letters remained at the
post office, aud she censurcs him IN her
silent hours of grief for his neglect
But shc excuses him on tho ground oil
youth aud smiles ia her widowhood on
the hope--little dreaming it is but hope
deferred, melting even in the ray in
which it e!tters.
II The lover, toe, SLEEPS in death, and
The maiden, in her far off home dreams
OF Joy and hope which can never be
hers. One name among those is writ
ten on mcmory's tablet, and will only
disappear when the mirrorcd surface is
broken, and recorded things washed oui
by the stream of time, leading, as il
does, down To- the ocean of oblivion
| The name Of HUGn REINAGLE is engra-
we'd on the piece of marble in the Ancri-
can burying gronnd, New Orleans,
erected to his memory by one who loved
him living, and mourns him dead
| Peace to his ashes
/ Many blooming check has faded
and many bright eye grown dim and
luStrcless (; many Joyous heart has
fallen beneath the Upas breath of the
Il fcnd oft South.
i What contrast there is between the
summer and the winter Of the South /;
the frsl, which in other clmes is all
sunshine aud joy to the young heart, is
there all gloom and sorrow ! There.
winters are the sunshine and spring of
the year.
But let us return to the Hospital
The reader must imagine to himself a
long room, on each side Of which, ex-
tending the whole length, is a range of
single beds; on each one, (Which is fire.
qnenily the case during an epideaic) }
let him picture a victim lying in all the
agony Of mental aud. physical suffering
let him also imagine The effect of The
disease upon the inmates, which, ac-
cording to the different constitutions, or
the nature Of the attack, act in different
ways. One in the last gasp of death
vomls up the dark PARTICLES, formed by
modification, and which is termed
'black yomit !" his eyes are fixed, his
senses gone, his limbs writhing. Anoih-
or raves in frenzy wild, tearing the bed
clothes in pieces, aud rolling off OH the
floor, dies ere the attendants can re-
place him. Let the reader picture such
scene, and he win form a tolerabc
idea ofthc place which words are made
quate to describe. In no city, however,
are the poor more carefully attended,
during the severe scourge, than they arc
in New Orleans but my readers must
take into consideration the number,
misfortune renders ancnable to the
cause oideatb.
On one of the beds near the centre of
the room lies sick man in the last
agonies Of disease. The officiating
physicians had just informed him there
was no hope-death was doing its work
The man resi- gned himself calmly to his
fate. On the bed which stood imme-
date y opposite that OF the dying mans,
was one who had Just been brought in
from his boarding house his case was
considered desperate.
In a sick room-and who has not ex-
perienced the agonizing feelings and
suiierings OF onG;-there are objects
upon which the eye rests, IN those mo-
ments when pain permits the reason to
roam in its mental wandcrings, and
gazes upon some object, calling up as
II were the dreams of the past, when
health and strength went hand in hand
with hope, and the bright sunshine Of
the happy future CLEANED before US (;
there is dreamy luxury in this, which
can only be realized by ,hosc who have
experienced this exercise of mind in
the moment Of danger, and who love
to dwell upon it.
Thu writer of this, in 1882, during the
prevalence of as severe an epidemic as
ever prevailed in New Orleans, suffer
ed an attack of yellow fever, aud be-
licvcs that his life was spared by his
strength of mind, overcoming the alarm
created by the idea of dying among
strangers, aud of disease considered
by many incurable. The Imagination
does more harm in cases OF sickness
than the disease itself.
One Of these men to whom | particu-
larly allude the nature ofthe disease per-
United to indulge in this "litlul dream"
between life and death modification
had already taken place, and his pains
were lulled. The light of life was go
ing out, and the shadowy outline of the
grave was before him. His eyes wan
dered around the vast room. "A this
momen, the man opposite him turned
their eyes mct-lustreless as they were; \
dlmmed by the waters Of oblivion which
were rushing from them, to close up the
fountain forever. The recognition was
mutual-a hall-uttercd exclamation ol
surprise--thc outstretched arms, which
fell powerless at their side" William,
is that you :"
An agonIzlng groan was tho answer.
Years had passed away since they last
parted and now, where did they meet;
In the house OF death "Oh God !
my broiher-is not this awful TO meet
thus-reacll-your hand--onc pressure