Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-04-04

when the storm burst on the riders. Each
put spurs to his horse, and the young. heir,
as wi1ful as ever, instead Of nwaitlng his
stsed. fine Haetest of them aID could carry
him. He was already several rods in ad
vance of his companions, when the wind,
suddenly bursting out into hurricane,
Iswept across the avenue, taking in.its course
IA huge, but Somewhat decayed tree, whose
trunk; after swaying forwards .rnoment,
wassseen to yield ID the gale just as young
/ Wentworth came Underneath it.
| Look oui!' shouted those who. saw the
Save him-oh, save him!' shricked the
mother.
! 1t was too Iate. Down, with crash
like thunder came the gigantic tree, the
trunk striking the unhappy youth right on
the head, and bearing him to the earth is if
he were mere twig. There was wild
cry, and all that remained OF the victim
was one quivering hand, extended, as if in
supplication, beyond the trunk Of the tree.
The spectators stood aghast, transixed
with speechless horror at the fearful sight!
A deathlike stiffness OF a moment, and on
ly for moment, followed. 1t was broken
by long, wild, narrowing shrek of an
guish, at the remembrance Of which, even
now, my blood runs cold. They all turn
ed instinctively in one direction-towards
the mother of the victim-for that shrek
could have come from no one else. They
saw her fall like marble to the earth. They
sprung to her aid. Her eyes were wide
open, glaring fearfully on vacancy: the
foam gathered thick and white on her blood.
! less ips: her whole frame was quivering
in IN agony such as (thank Cody mortal
man has rarely seen. There she lay, struck
by the hand OF God, writhing in convul
sions. Tell Inc not there is no retribution!
Oh! fearfully was the murdered boy u
venged!
They took her up-bore her into hel
stately chamber, and despatched messen
gers on every hand for medical aid. III
that the skill OF the profession could do to
restore her was exerted; but for long
time unsuccessfully. At length, however
Mrs. Wentworth showed signs of recovery.
Slowly consciousness appeared to return tc
her; but just when her attendants were be-
ginning to hope that the danger had passed
she sprung up in the bed, and placing her
hands before her eyes, shreked, save him
save him-oh, God! have mercy-l an
the murderer-he is innocent and will
other CALCULATIONS equally us terrific, sh'
sunk down on the couch in parexysm o
madness. She auas q maniac! 1t was no
many days before nature gave way beneath
the struggle; but during the rawlings of tht
phrenzy, she recapitulated the whole o
the dreadful tragedy, and in words too, tha
made her listeners tremble to hear. 1t has
often occurred to me, that if the death. bee
revelations Of but one year could be made
public, they would make US avoid our fel
low-men as beings of darker world.
One word, and this melancholy leaf is
ended. Mr.. Wentworth never returned
from his mission, but fell victim to the
climate Of South America. His estate
having been entailed to the issue of his own
body, of course, failing such issue, passed
in the regular course Of succession; and
descending TO nearly score of collateral
heirs, who divided the property betwixl
them, was soon broken into fragments. -
The old Hall was Stunned with supersti
tious fear, and is now in ruins. So pass a
way the things of this world. D.