Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1853-09-15

My heart droops In loneness---
MY MISERY'S perfect nav
For dark desnair his seal has stamped
Upon my throhhing brow;
No v0icps In affection's ZONES
Upon nv ears fall;
Alone, ] tried the path Of life
am the last Of ALL
would not have the proud marble piled
Above my grassy bed,
One slnD'e stone to mark the spot
ana enc TO weep me- dead.
Miss Cotton also left severa letters. one of
which is addressed to Cyrus -, Bddeford,
Me- 1t tells its own story
MANcHEsTER. Aug. 18th. 1853.
now for the last time will attempt 10 scrihbe
you few lines, and ere these few lines reach
you, | shall be sleeping in death. Think not
that shall ever trouble you again with a letter,
for shall moi. No, this is the last You will
receive this with anger, perhaps. but Cyrus, for
give me for troubling you. have forgiven you
long ago, but have not forgotten. suppose
you are in Biddeford, now happy and contented.
hope you are. As for myself, am not happy.
but in few moments shall be free from the
SORROWS of this world. and cannot be more un-
happy in another When you read this, think
that | am cold in death, and shall one day meet
you in another world.
So farewell, Cyras, 90 and be happy.
CATHARINE CoTToN.
Miss Cotton lef $3.50 IN money. She also
lett short letter for her father and one for her
sister, bidding them adieu, and stating that she
should not be alive when they received the let
ters. These letters contained SIS She left
the following lines, (which she borrowed and
altered to suit her own CASEY and postscript,
which gives clue to The state of her mind:
Oh, Cyrus, dear Cyrus.
II was isr loving you
That made me 50 unhappy,
For you have proved TO me untrue.
| How many times you have promised
That yUu would marry me,
But how little did think
That should ruined be.
know you hive tried to ruin me
But now am far away,
| And perhaps we meier shaIl meet again,
Until the Judgment Day.
I have strayed far from friends and home,
You for 10 f,rget
But yun are ever present,
And you think If yet.
| Now yon and are parted,
Perhaps meier in this world to meet
| Remember there Ia meeting,
1t will he at the Judgment Seat.
Pray, think how you have wronged me,
| Aud remember what you have said
And may II not escape yOnr mind
When on your dying he'd.
And when our bodies, they are laid
Beneath the cold, cold clod
Our spirit will return unto
just aud holy God.
And there we are to be judged,
by the God that rules on high
The judgments fast apprnac!ingj 4
I The Jadge, he will mol lie
CYRUS :-Several months have elapsed since
| saw you, and how many sad hours have seen
within ,ha, time Iofen think, OH that had
never seen you, for you have destroyed my hap
puess fear, forever. Now, while you are en-
joying yourself in the gay world, remember thai
you huve been the destroyer of ones happiness
one that loved you sincerely. If you had
treated me as you should YOU would have found
in me devoted friend What is past cannot
be recalled. am now far away from those
once priced as friends.
The following scrap was found in the room
of the deceased, under lamp, the night of tle
death:
To any one who cares to find the bodies
of Catharine Cotton and Clara Cochran: You
will find US somewhere in the canal, between the
Amoskeag Counting Room and the next bridge
The remains of Miss Cochran were taken tt
Grafton, Vermont, and buried Her funeral was
at the house of the father of J. H. Sher~io
whom she mentions in her letter. We learn
also that he was at the funeral Property TO the
amount of $4,000, which was left her shor
time since, she desired to 60 to him. During
Saturday, Miss Cochran was heard to say
"When will night come? This is the Longest
day ever knew" evidently contemplating the
suicide. She was also overheard to say that u
was the happiest day she ever spent. On sun
day the two girls walked up near the place
where they jumped into the canal, perhaps tc
select The place. Some surnlses have beer
abroad against the character of these young la
dies, but entirely without foundation. The rea
son Of their destroying themselves was undoubt
edly disappointed affection.
MIS- Cotton was twenty-five years of age, ant
Miss Cochran but nineteen. They were boti
employed in one Of the mills in Manchester
aud were at work on Saturday. The remain
of Miss Cotton were iGter red in The Cemeter!
in Manchester.