The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1842-10-13
BY MITCHENER & MATHEWS
? From the World Of Fashion.
A SKETCH OF THE FEVER OF '93.
By H. }. VARpYKE.

BY H, j. VANptRH'
sand men forgot their passions in ihs dread
OfIhis their desolaton' 1yfeA'
death-lke Stiffness rsigned throughout the streets
the almost deserted city; aLd the gTesn grass was op
sniuu from tho pavemsnts The crowded thorough
fares. The hum OfbusnesS 40 longer heard; and
even the voice ofrevsry was hushed in the deep ST.
lencs Of despair. Many bright eye had become dim,
many fair cheek had grown paei thousands had fled
from the path Of the awful psstience been swept
10 the tomb az with tho bosom Of destruction.
In the stiffness ofthe grassy meadow or the shady
woods, where spring scatterS her fragrant flowers and
her opening blossoms with so bolnlhl ahand. here 10
auiunusucS winch Uuluv the soul Eash bursting bud,
each rusting leaf each blossom that opens itS bright
cup to catch the falling dew, speaks familiar language
and teaches delightful lesson; and Tie glad music of
the happy BIRDS The murmurng stream 6nds an echo
in every heart. But when we follow the silent tread
ofhs peslencO through The ruins Of departed great
ness when we walk amid the stiffness Of some deser-
ted habitation, where the spirits ofhs dead seem still
toinger amid the moulderiug pro ductons Of art sad
ness steals over the heart and the still, small voice
within whispers, "dust thou art ard unto dust shalt
thou RETURN
The shadows Of night once more Onvlronsd the 81.
lent city; and Mary P still sat an anxious watch.
or by the bedside Of her husband With a woman'S
conSancy she had used every sxeron to divert the dart
Of fdOath and save him from an early grave. But oil
vain. The last ties which bound soul and body to.
gsthOr seemed 10 be fast yielding beneath the touch Of
the psstilence. And now that faithful wife, clasping
her sleeping infant to her bosom, sat gazing upon the
lvid features ofthe dying man. She spoke nOt--She
nc h0r affa and fha
violence Of her sorrow seemed to have dried the oun-
tain of her tears.
'Mary! said the dying man, Mary, my faithful
wife, has been hard struggle between life & death:
but now it is nearly over. feel that am dying. May
God bless you for your fahfness, and spare child
for your sake. Fare" The deah-rattle stopped
bis uerancs. One slight convul'on and he was life
less corpse. .... r.
'Throw out your dsadl' cried gruff voice in the
street, and the solemn echo sounded like a summons
from the land ofspirits. The doleil numbering of the
cart whsss and the still more doleiul call Of the rude
nndertaksr died away in the distance.
For awhile the new made widow sat like statue Of
despair. The suddsnness of The shock appeared 10
have transformed her into second Niobe. At length
she arose. and laying the nant in ito cradle, drew
or to the dead. She laid her Sfha, white hand upon
bis marble brow.
iCold codl' she exclaimed, and casting herself up-
on the corpse found relief for her feelings in food Of
tears:
Death is at alltimsS the king ofterrors but never
does he appear so terrible as when he cuts down one
in the strength aud Pride Of early manhood When the
inant around whose young heart the endrs of earth-
ly affection have scarcely began to twns, sinks Beneth
the dart ofthe destroyer, do not wOnJer that
tender should yield to his power; and commit the
corpse to the voceess tomb with the that the
spirit has returned to the God who gave il. Or, when
the feeble frame of who has drank tho cup ofls to
s dregs, is laid in The grave We may rejoice even
mid tears that his pigrhagS is ended, and that one
who twas weary Of ths world now sleeps with his faith
srs But ohi when the young heart that is beating in
ison with kindred hearts suddenly grows cold & still
when the hopes of early manhood are scattered like
wilhsrsd leaves and are called to weep around the
corpse Of one who short time since looked forward to
long and happy life, how hard i: realize that he
is dead! how sadly do we feel the fiay fhe thread
of life the mocksry of human expectation.
The rays the morning sun looked through The win.
dows ofthat abode OF wretchsdneSs The young wild
ow had knclt beside the bed Of him who luely was
her husband and was pouring out her sou! in humble
prayer the father of tho fatherlesS and the widows
friend
Ye who would sap the foundation of Christian con.
fdence -ys who would confne the life ofths soul to
the flight Ofhrss years and ten, and write death
is an eternal Sleep upon the tombS of the departed
could ye have seen the smile Of hope that beamed from
that grlsworn, but still lovely Oountenancs, ye would
Say with us-'ifthe faith Of the hrsan be a deusoL
it s pleasant dream: let US indulge it, Better to fol-
low even an gnis fauus pass through the gloomy
valley ofafictOn, than grOpO our way amid the dark.
moss Ofdoubt and dsspairl'
The widow arose, and took her child in her arms
gain. The frA innocent being in whom now cSntersd
all her earthly hopes looked up into her face smiled
-Inilsd because it's pure spirit had not yet felt the
blight Of sorrow lit had not yet tasted the bitter fruit
Ofthe tree Of knowledge.
Wrapping herself and child in cloak, the mother
passed through the door, over whose portal the cob.
webs hung thick feStoOn and hastened along the 81.
lent street. She turned up narrow alley, and knock.
cd at the door Ofhe only house which appeared to be
inhabiied Atss the summons had been many times
Tepsasd ii was opened by black man, who, in tone
ofjoy and surprise, exclaimed,
"God bsss you mistress are you sill alvsi how is