Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-11-13
Bnrying Alive.

Burying Alive.
Under this head the Richmond Wing
makes the following interesting statement in
to Philip Doddridge, one Of the a
blest men the country has produced.
The late eminent and most worthy Philip
Doddridre was within an ace Of meeting the
dreadful fate of being buried alive and what
made il worse, with a perfect consciousness
of all that was passing. lie was supposed
10 be dead, having fallen into a state resen-
bling death, so fat as the body is concerned.
His pulse and respiration ceased, his limbs
became rigid, his face assumed the sharp
outline characteristic Of death, and he remain
ed in this condition until the family physi-
clan and friends (all but one supposed that
his spirit had passed. That one was Mrs.
Doddridge D.; her love had refused TO despair,
and she continued to use remedy after reme-
DIV to restore animation finally she poured a
spoonful of brandy Ga case Of breach of tee
totalism which we think Father Mathew
himself would excuse) down his throat, and
the powerful stimulus almost Immediately
dissolved the trance, and restored Mr.. Dodd-
ridpe to the command of his limbs, and to
many years of distinguished Usefulness
But for it, he had in all probability been bu-
ricd alive, for the weather was warm, and he
already shrouded for his last abode. He
used to relate, with thrilling effect, his sem
saiions during the time Of his supposed
death. He could not stir a little finger to
give notice Of his being alive, but his sense
of hearing remained perfect, and his mind
collected. He heard the fact of his being
dead announced, and the outburst of grief
that followed, and the directions for shroud-
ing him, and the usual preparation in the
chamber of death Desperate, but vain as
desperate, were his efforts to give some token
of life-not a muscle could he move. Even
despair, and the immediate presence of a
fate more appalling probably to the conscious
than hell itself, could not rouse his dormant
body to perform the slightest of Its functions.
AT last he heard Mrs. Doddridge call for the
brandy, with delight and rapture of love for
her which the horror Of his situation may ca
silly explain. He felt that he was saved,
and he was saved. He himself wittily said,
that it was as little as the brandy could do
to accomplish his resurrection, as it had pro-
duced his living death.
In the year of 1910, a case of living inhu-
nation happened in France, attended with
circumstances which go far to warrant the
that truth is, indeed, stranger than
fiction. The heroine of the story was
Mademoiselle Lafousede, a young girl of il
lustrious family, of wealth, and of great per-
beauty. Among her numerous suitors
was Julien Bosuel, a poor literateur, or Jour
nalist, of Paris. His talents and general
AVAILABILITY had recommended him to the no.
tice of the heiress, by whom he seemed to
have been truly beloved, but her pride of
birth decided her, finally, to reject him, and
to wed a Monsieur Rennelle, a banker and a
J;r ,tiet &c -o,,o orotpouoo Cor nar
rage, however, this gentleman neglected,
and, perhaps, more positively i'll treated her.
Having passed with him some wretched
years, she died,-at least her condition so
closely resembled death that she deceived
every one who saw her. She was buried
not in a vault-but in an ordinary grave in
the village of her nativity. Filled with des-
pair and still intlamed by memory of a pro-
found attachment, the lover journeys from
the remote province in which the village
lies, with the romantic purpose of dlsinter-
ring the corpse, and possessing himself Of its
luXuriant tresses. He reaches the grave
At midnight he unearth's the coffin, opens it,
and is in the act Of detaching the hair, when
he is arrested by the enclosing of the below
ed eyes. In fact, the lady had been buried
alive. Vitality had not altogether departed /;
and she was reused by the caresses of her
lover, from the lethargy which had been mis-
taken for death.
He bore her frantically to his lodgings in
the village. He employed certain restora-
tives suggested by no little medical learn
ing !; in fine, she revived. She recognized
her preserver. She remained with him until
by slow degrees, she fully recovered her
original health. Her woman's heart was not
adamant, the last lesson of love suficed to
soften it. She bestowed it upon Bosuel.-
She returned no more TO her husband, but
concealing from him her resurrection, fled
with him to America. Twenty years after
ward, the two returned to France in the per-
%suasion that time had so greatly altered the
lady's appearance, that her friends would be
unable to recognize her. They were mista-
ken, however, for at the first meeting, Mon
sieur Rennelle did actually recognize and
make claim to his wife. The claim she re-
sisted and a judicial tribunal sustained her
in her resistance, deciding that the peculiar
circumstances, with the long lapse of years,
had extinguished not only equitably but le-
gally the authority of the husband.