Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-28

erable, but they disregarded it, and stand
ing beneath the window, with the blanket
outstretched, they shouted to Juba to
throw the child toward them. he had,
however, anticipated them. The infant
fell while they were speaking, was cought
safely in the blanket, and was hurried i'm
mediately to Mrs. Stewart, who clasped
it to her bosom with frantic delight
The whole was the work of less time than
we have taken to describe it.
But simultaneously terrific crash was
heard that made the earth tremble beneath
the spectators huge column of smoke
shot up toward the sky, from where the
roof had been land, as if propelled from
force pump, gush of intense flame fol-
lowed, leaping far up into the highest
heaven.
The crowd, one and all, gasped for
breath. Then came deep, long drawn
sigh. For the roof and floors had evil
dently fallen in: and the faithful Juba,
alas was nowhere to be seen.
A dozen persons rushed towards the
building, and until driven back by the
heat, stood close by the window where
he had been latest visible. They had
hoped to find him there. They had fat
tered themselves that there had been
time enough for him to leap.
But it was now plain this had not been
the case. He most probably felt the floor
giving way, before he threw the child,
and if so, this explained the cause of his
haste. They said this to each other, as
they fell back
But there was little time for words.
Scarcely had this thought been exchanged,
before there was another crash, and with
momentary waving motion, almost the
entire building fell in, so that what had
been a stately mansion an hour before,
was now Only shapeless pile of blazing
timber.
The shouts, the exclamations, the sob
bings which had filled the air the instant
before, ceased again at this appalling
spectacle. Neighbor looked at neigbor,
aghast with horror, the lurid light adding
wild, spectral look to each inquiring.
face. Then simultaneous cry rose from
the crowd, that Juba and the old nurse
were buried in the ruins
But suddenly, from out the fame and
smoke, in the direction where the gene
rous slave had last been seen, what
seemed a human figure. began to emerge,
crawling painfully on hands and knees.
4 human figure, yet crushed almost out
Of the shape of humanity, but still with
life in it, for it moved.
And bark a voice. A full, deep voice,
coming from that mangled body. What
did it say!''
Not words Of pain, reader: but words
Of JOY: words that you and may bless
God if we can say, when dying.
They were words such as the martyrs
used at the stake, or among the lions
" Hallelujah. Halleluiah :" Nothing
more. But continually, "Hallelujah
Hallelujahn'
For was not he a martyr too? He had
died to save his masters child. Oh he
was both hero and martyr. And now
that he had . fought the good fight" that
the "goal was Won" God gave him
strength to forget the agony Of his crisped
and mangled body, and to remember only
that he was going to bliss everlasting.
Thus, over the renewed sobbing Of the
spectators, over the wild shrek Of his
mistress as she rushed toward him. over
he roar and cracking of the confaera-
ton, ther rose, like a trumpet, the inces-
SAINT cry, ''Hallelujah. Hallelujah Hal
leluiah ~
One would not have thought that it was
a poor MANNED, bleeding, diving sufferer
that spoke, but that he was one of the
happiest and proudest of men.
They reached him. stopped over him,
would have raised him. But, at that
moment, he looked up at his mistress, a
triumphant smile breaking over his face,
and then fell lifeless back, a '.HalleIuiah"
still trembling on his tongue.
And so he died. His grave has mar
bic tablet with the words, "Faithf FIJI unto
Death" What nobler motto could there
be!