Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-12-27

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well nigh on bursting, of mem
cries came rushingsupon the snind, inssuct
rapid succession, That fora time we though,
/ |alf before Us an illusion, and thar W. wert
again rilonghtless Id, lingering aroune
the scenes of our boyhood and culline
tcheice flowers To deck thesbrow Of Pretty
tlMary, for shetwas fayori.e sof aours.--
! lHow long we INDUCED in this abstraction
1--we know not, but the voice of the lady a
length aroused us to the reality of the scene
land pointing tothecorps remarh
'|-'sMary said you were once her friend, .
suddenly left DIS alone With hesdead. We
took the hand of1Pretty Margin our own,
but it was cold. Ne leaned over and .sifn.
Jssinsedsa kiss apnslsl aSey were
cold, and returned not our anxious gaze
Wesfelt Of the pulse, but the life curren,
ceased to fow. We parted the locks from
the marble brow, and gazed there fol
something like life, but all there was ol
life had departed. Death had completed
his triumph, and he numbered not lowell.
er victim. While We stood thor alone
in the presence of the dead, "a heart-sickness
came over us,and we left the pale sleeper,
in search of the lady who Ind conducted
us to the chamber, in hopes to learn some
thing of the history of the beautiful being
whose fate we were convinced had been a
melancholy one. The substance of the in
formation thus Obtained is embraced in the
following obituary, copied from the Sandy
HILL Herald of November 9, lS4l:-
"Died in this village, on Monday morn
ing, the 1st inst, ut the residence of Mr..
Charles Dewey, Mrs. MARY NICHOLS, aged
90 years. s+s- g-s
There is something truly melancholy
in the history of the lady whose death is
recorded above Accustomed in early
years to the care of indulgent friends-her
home was happy, and her youth passed
pleasantly away. Surrounded by friends
who loved her,with every comfort and lux
ury she could desire-with remarkable
beauty of fperson-intelligen and accom-
plished-she had every reason to look for
ward to life of happiness and pleasure.
But alas! how uncertain are all the antici-
pations of earthly things how soon may
the brightness of our life be darkened by
the clouds of misfortune. In the midst of
friends and happiness, and while s'the NOR.
ming of her years were brightest" " ademon
in human form crossed her path, and from
that hour until she died broken hearted and
among strangers, her cup of bitterness was
full to overfowing. Young and inexperi-
enced, she was induced, while at boarding
school, to become the wife of Jas G, Nich.-
OILS. His caprice being satisfied, the sub
ject of his villainy was deserted. She re-
turned to her friends, and though penitent,
her tears of agony and anguish availed her
nothing, and she was cast forth upon the
wide world an outcast and wanderer.-
About two years ago she came to this town
with a young child,-needy and wretched
as she was, she bore up with frmness un-
der her misfortunes, until last July, when
Nichols made his appearance in this place
NOT come to relieve her from want
not come to bind up with kindness the
gentle heart he had crushed and blighted,
but accompanied by an abandoned female,
whom he had the impucence to introduce
to her! and to take from her, her child, the
only living thing in the wide world that
turned to her with affection. But he was
foiled in his attempt to get the child, and
was soon driven from the village. Since
that time the wretched mother has subsisted
upon charity. AT length. when about to
be conveyed to the country poor house, Mr..
Charles Dewey took her to his house where
she received every attention which sympa-
thising and compassionate hearts could
suggest. On Monday night she was taken
i'll Those whose hearts yearned with pity
towards the dying outcast, gathered around
her bed side, but Of no avail-Faintly whis-
pering that she "died in a broken heart"
the deserted wife passed away from world
where she had found nought but deceit and
sorrowing. Never, never did the unkind-
ness, the trials, the misfortunes that sur
round our path of life, present themselves
so gloomily as when we gazed upon her,
calm and beautiful in death and listened to
the story of her wrongs. Strangers closed
her eyes in death-strangers bore her forth
to her last resting place, and no mourner
followed her thither, but an orphan CHILD.
Her betrayer, we learn, is now in the city
of New York; if his eye should fall upon
this notice, fiefmay learn, what is the fate
Of her whom he promised to cherish; and
moreover that he received the curse Of aall
who followed her to the grave."5 3
Such was the fate of a light hearted, love-
ly girl, who in an unguarded moment list
ened to the syren voice of a villain. Brief
were her days of happiness, brief, yet
poignant were her hours of misery. Yet
there are times when fancy pictures her
before US as when we first met in life; then
Hope bids US look beyond the grave, and
trust that the arms of mercy have EMBODIED
her-and that her countenance is now ra-
dated with more than mortal beauty-her
voice forgotten the dull, cold language OF
earth, tuned to nobIer, loftier strains ol
heavenly music. Disembodied from the
clay cold tenement, her spirit roams thro
the beautiful fields Of ether, and while hei
enraptured eye gazes upon the seraphic
beauties Of Heaven, no thought of earth OBJ
trudes to mar her pleasures. as
o. The Democracy of Nashville mus,
be noble hearted set of fellows. They re
Gently presented E. G. EASTMAN ESQ
Editor Of the Union. with an entire ssbral
splinter new suit Of clothes, as some man