Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1842-07-12
INDIANAPOLIS, JULY ~. 1912.

neVer-ialling comfort IN sorrow, religion, had
hitherto supported, with something like resigna-
ton TO the divine will this greatest earthly
calamity In compliance with the earnest re-
quest Of her son, who was fearful that the feel
ings of nature might become too strong for con-
troll and who wished TO behave with manliness
and equanimity through the irving period, she
RETAINED from going 10 court on the day that
was to decide in a great measure, her mortal
destiny
Seated in the little parlor of their dwelling,
together with the weeping Catharine, the strength
of whose love had drawn her TO the spot and
awaiting with an intense anxiety, the issue of
the laggard hour, the mother of Charles
Rivington, at the time to which we have brought
our narrative She started at each noise thai
reached her car, and every breeze that shook
the easement seemed laden with the awful SEN
tence of the law against her son. And yet that
noble hearted woman, though torn by the deep
and awful solicitude, which only mothers heart
can know, strove to speak words of comfort to
the lovely being beside her, whose ahectlonsts
bosom seemed bursting with affection.
Weep not so bitterly said she, 'Catharine,
my dear child, alas, ! soon may have no other
child bat YOU But no; the Searcher of hearts
knows hat Charles is gutless, and will yet put
forth bis arm to save. What sound was that
/ am wrong to doubt his goodness; yet this Is
a heavy, heavy hour have knet. Catharine,
az the bedside of three lovely children, three
little human blossoms, that death untimely cropt
and was enabled to bow with resignation to the
inscrutable decree. But this, O my Father,
groaned the tortured parent, suffer this bitter
est cup to pass from Catharine, dry
your tears; he whose powerful hand led forth
unframed from the fiery furnace three that
would not denounce his name will vet deliver
my boy from the trials that around him.
A. d., Ind al.
window, running rapidly towards the house, and
directly after, pale and GREATNESS, entered the
apartment
judy family cried the agonzed parent,
trembling in every nerve, but unable to utter
more
'Ah, ma am, responded the servant know
what you'd be asking me, tax comfort, its not
decided ylt; the Jurles has Iist gone up stairs
to talk over among themselves and bless their
swat souls they cried almost as fast as | did
myself, when Mr.. Blandley spoke to EN-. He's
nice gentleman, and he knows exactly what
kind o body Mr.. Charles is. He described him
list for all the world as | would, only couldn
use SIGH Elegant words
The jury wept-there is hope, then, Judy:
inquired the parent. in a latering voice
'Wept did they? YES, and the Judge, and
Mr.. Wentworth could scarce give IN his eyi-
dence for crying-and they all cried, except
Mr.. Charles himself He looked pale and sor-
rowful. but there was no blubbering about him
| never seed him look Elegant afore. But
list run here to tell YOU how things was gong
on, III go back, and find what them juries says.
| hope they may niyer be able to open their
uely mouths, tin its list to sPake the word "a
nocent.
Stop, Judy, said Mrs Rivington, feeling
unable to endure the horrors of another period
Of suspense, will 90 with you, trust that
heaven will give me strength to bear the issue,
even should 1t he the worst that can belall.
'le had bitter not, my dear mistress, replied
the devoted servant for there are hard-heartcd
people about the place, that b live he's guilty
becase he's yankee-ods rot their saucy
tongues-and they mout leer as yere his mther.
They cannot-at any rate, will 20 forth,
said the afflicted woman, he is my own, true,
pious, noblc-hearted son. and his mother will
be bv to whisper consolation in his ear, though
every other tongue loud IN mockery and
revngs
And will 90 with you, mother, said Cath
arine, rising from her chair, and drying ber
tears, know he is nnocent-and should the
worst come it Is better to hear 1t at once, than
to nger here III such protracted anguish.
The assembled crowd still anNiously
awaiting the return of the verdict, when the
mother of Charles Rivngton leaning the
arm of Caharinc Wentworth, entered the court
house of Edgarton. A passage instantly
opened for them with that intuitIve respect
which almost all men are ready to yield to mis-
fortune even when accompanied by guilt. They
had not been long seated, in the part of the
room where they could be most screened rom
observation, when the jury returned, and handed
a sealed verdict to the clerk, and resumed their
places.
The clerk arose, and read in a faering voice,
We find the prisoner, Charles Rivington,
guilty.
The words had scarcely left his mouth, when
a piercing shrek rang through the apartment,
and Catharne Wentworth fell lifeless on the
floor Not so with that Christian mother-with
an unwonted strength, she started through the
assembly, until she reached her child my
boy she cried, my boy be of good cheer
Your Heavenly Father knows your lnmost soul,
and sees that YOU are guiltless. We shall lie
down together, for think not | survive YOU
we shall lie down together, to awake with the
Lord-my boy-my boy little did | think to
this bitter day; exhausted nature could en-
dure no more, and the mother tainted in the
arms of her child.
We shall not attempt to describe the situation
of unhappy hero, for words inadequate
to the task The insensible forms of his mother
and beloved Catharine were conveyed from the
scene; and when some degree OF silence was
restored among the sympathlzlng multitude, the
Judge proceeded to pronounce sentence upon
him He had nothing to say 20 avert 1t, except
a reiterated declaration of his innocence; and
he besought the court that the time previous
to his execution might be made as brief as pos
siblc IN mercy to his bereaved parent, who
would be but dying continual death, while he
survived Ii was accordingly fixed to take place