Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-07-06


who had been raised IN the very hest
circles of society, who was the darling of
his parents, and therefore had every adj
vantage OF education. In that gloomy
room was strange assemblage of char
acter: the physicians. bustling and busy
IN the fruitless effort to rekindle the
spark that had forever fled-the curious
crowd that had instantly rushed into the
prison when the alarm was given-aIl
with one exception, yielded to the effect
ofthe narrowing tragedy, and were melted
INTO tears. 1t was impossible to stand
1 the eifect-there was the poor old mother
weeping over her son, in whom conferred
all the tenderest affections, and whom
she had blest as he was going out into
the world, sanguine that such son would
win for himself honor and fame-there
was also the father, poor old man NO
tears came to relieve his intense agony
erect, rigid, cold and colorless stood the
gray haired sire--the blow seemed to
have frozen and choked up the very foun-
tain of his tears. The once sturdy trunk
stock withered and bare-the lightning's
flash had rent and blasted it.
" COMING HOME. "-'' HoU soon riU at
be n,other!'' and the restless little feet of
childhood go pattering out at the door,
and curious eyes gaze earnestly into the
coaches heavy with their freights of pas
sengers, only to turn away again, with
the impatient question: How soon will
it be mother q
| Z" Soon, dear son -
1t is cold, damp day, (who will not
remem Der it Z! and once the fire is replen-
| lshed, and the CLEANS break out through
| the still room, and brighten up the misty
corners, where twilight is just beginning
to gather. The dear, manly picture in
| yondet frame, looks more than ever as if
1T were trying to speak. and the young
wife gazing up at it, smiles to think how
soon her arms will fold themselves around
It's original Once more the COW arm
| char is drawn up to its accustomed cor
ner, and the warm dressing-gown and the
soft slippers are spread temptingly ont
upon vacant ottoman, ready, as she
thinks, at moments warning.
a nelghbor has stolen away Little
Eddy" for an hour or so, and the watcher
has little else to do, but to wait and hope
and anticipate. More than once, car
rlage stopping in the vicinity of her home,
has caused that quick, sudden heart-leap,
which always signalized the return of IA
loved and expected friend. But now the
sound of wheels came slowly rolling
round the corner of the street; she was
dreaming just then of the happy years
which had passed between the then of
hood, thinking how cloudless her life had
been, and wandering she could live to
see her husband carried out dead and
cold before her weeping eyes, as she re-
membered once to have seen the hus-
band ola dear friend of hers The car
rlage has stopped-it may not be at her
door, and she has run to the window so
often, only to be disappointed but now
there is step upon the walk-she would
have known thUf out of all the world, and
quick as thought, her face all glow
with pleasure, she stands at the door to
greet-a stranger Then passes she
&ao1rs not ,rhat' He tells her of fright
full catastrophe an awful sacrifice of hu-
man lite-of souls hurried without a
thought, without a moment for prayer,
into the great ocean of eternity-of crash
and tumult-of shriekS and groans-and
she hears it all, and smiles a wild, hope
less smile, when the stranger tells her
''nobody aras TO Hdnler'
She watches them bearing something
in their arms, heavy and ponderous. up
the long winding stairway, and wonders
why they talk in such subdued voices,
and why, when they pass out, they look
at her with such painful stare! Her
husband, so fondly expected, has come
home, but she does not remember it, and
so she takes her accustomed seat at the
window, and gazes anxiously out amongst
the crowd of people hurrying to and fro.
Little Eddy returns, and climbs upon her
knee, and repeats the question: Is 1t
time, get mother z" to which she responds,
"Not quite, dear it will be soon, now
rery soon.' and the little faxen head
nestles drawn upon her bosom, while the
soft blue eyes close in childish slumber
And thus the neighbors find them A
murdered husband, an orphaned boy and
a maniac widow, all battling together
against that ffcndish verdict, - nobody to
Wamet" God help the sufferers in their
hour of need!
General r, and the COmaterteiter.-
Some years since, General F., the
well known distinguished lawyer of Port