The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-08-27
A Romance of Real Life.


One of my fathers brothers, residing in Boston
at that time, became victim 10 the pestilenco.
When the first symptoms appeared, his wife sent
the children into the country, and herself remain
ed TO attend upon him. Her friends warned her
against such rashness. They told her that il
would be death to her and no benefit to him; for
he would soon be too i'll to know who attended
upon him. These Arguments made no impress
sion on her attectionate heart. She felt that it
II would be long-life satisfaction to her to know
who attended upon him, if he did not. She ac-
cordingly stad and watched him with unrcmh-
ting care. This, however, did not avail to save
him. He grew worse and worse, and finally d.
ed. Those who went round with the death carts
had visited the chamber; and seen that the end
was near. They now came to take the body
His wife refused TO let il go. She told me that
she never knew how TO account for it, but though
he was perfectly cold and rigid, and 10 every ap-
pearance quite dead, there was a powerful i'm
preston OH her mind that life was not extinct
The men were overborne by the strength of her
conviction; though their own reason was oppo-
sed TO it.
The halthour again came round, and again
was heard the solemn words, "Bring out your
dead" The wife again resisted their importu-
mites; but this time the men were more yesolue
They said the duty assigned 10 them was pain
tul one; but the health of the city required pune.
tlal obedience to the orders they received; il
| they ever expected the pestence to abate, il
must be by a prompt removal of the dead, anC
immediate fumigatian of the infected apartments
She pleaded and pleaded, and even knelt to
them i'll an agony of tears, continually saying, 81
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the utter absurdity of such an idea; but finally,
overcome by her tears, again departed. With
trembling haste she renewed her efforts 10 re
store him. She raised his head, rolled his limbs
in hot flannel, and placed hot onions on his feet
The dreaded half hour again came round, anc
found him as cold and rigid as ever. She renew
ed her entreates so desperately, that the messen
gers began to think a little gentle force would
be necessary. They accordingly attempted tc
remove the body against her will; but she threw
herself upon it, and cUng to it with such frantic
strength, that they could not easily loosen hel
grasp. Impressed by the remarkable energy Of
her will, they relaxed their efforts. To all the
remonslrdnces she answered, off YOU bury him
you shall bury me with him" At last, by din
of reasoning on the necessity Of the case, they
obalned from her promise, that, if he showed
no signs of life before they again came around
she would make no further opposition to the re
moval.
Having gained this respite, she hung the watcE
up on the bedpost, and renewed her efforts will
redoubled ZEAL She placed kegs of hot waite
about him, forced brandy between his teeth
breathed into his nostrIs, and held harlshorn tt
his nose; but still the body lay motionless ant
cold She looked anxiously at The watch; il
five minutes the promised half hour would ex
pirc, and those dreadful voices would be heard
passing through the street. Hopelessness came
over her; she dropped the head she had been sus
tanning; her hand trembIed violently; and tn
hatshon she had been holding was spilled OF
the paIlid face. Accidentally, the position o
the head had become slightly tipped backward
and the powerful liquid flowed into his nostrils
Instantly there was short, quick gasp-a strug
gle--his eyes opened; and when the death me
came again, they found him sitting up in the bee
He IS still alive, and has enjoyed unusually goo
health.