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Interesting Letter from the Scene OF tsSs L
Accident ON tho Boston and Mninc Raisr0.A

Interesting Letter from the Scene OF tire I. y
Accident ON the Boston and Mainc RaisroaA
The Manchester Dasiy Mirror, Of Jan. 9Th, 90
taiDs letter from Rev. Mr.. Fuller, OF Lawrence va
was q passenger in the cars, from which qaoA
the following
Two incidents, among the many terrible Ones asu
especially present to my memory. On the bank sat
a mother, (Mrs Stokes, of this city,) clasping her
little boy oil three four years of age; he hA
been rescued from the ruin which had strewn the
rock with splintered fragments, and her person
was considerably burned by the fire, bnt she was
shedding tears Of gratitude over her rescued child.
and rejoicing in his safety, unmindful of her own
pallng scene of all. There was another mother.
whose agony passes beyond any description. She
could shed no tears, but overwhelmed with grief ut
tered such affecting words as / never can forget. u
Mrs. Pierce the lady of the President elect; and
her, in that ruin of shivered wood and iron, Lay
more terrible ruin her only son, one minute before
so beautiful full of life and hope: She was sup
ported by her husband and Prof Packard
General Pierce was himself bruised in the back.
but not severely and the wounds of the spirit far
ceeded any bodily suffering: yet, while deeply a.
iected he showed all the selfpossessiOn and nerve
which only characterizes great-hearted and noble
men, and which few would manifest under similar
circumstances. He caves all needful directions about
the recovery of his little boy, still entangled in the
wreck about him. and then afforded all that comfort
and sympathy to his partner in sorrow which was sp-
proprate to the time. She was conveyed to house
near by and there she gave vent to the grief which
rent her heart, while he consoled and comforted.
may not draw the veil from that picture. Sacred Is
the holy privacy of SORROW and the hearts of those
who have suffered can feel what my pen must not de-
scribe.
Soon we were able to convey the wounded and the
dead TO the nearest house, which happened to be
that connected with the poorfarm in Andover, where
every possible kindness and attention was rendered.
Go with me, Mr. Editor, to that house, and look with
me awhile on that scene of suffering and sorrow. In
one room were Gen. Pierce and his lady, III tho 0p-
posite apartment lay the mortal remains OF their
little boy-and oh so sad sight! The blow, by
which he was instantly killed. struck his forehead,
and was violent to the upper portion of
the head. leaving part OF the brain exposed. The
face with the exception of bruse about the right
eye, still remained uninjured, but bathed in blood
Gen. Pierce and lady, meanwhile, retired to the
house of Mr. Akin.
In the same room was lady, Mrs. Newell, d
Hllsborough considerably bruised, and her face cut.
Her little daughter, twelve years OF age, lay near.
with her foot 50 badly injured that amputaton will
be necessary. She bore her pains sweetly and pa
tently. In another room MIR. kittredge OF Pelma1.
lay with his leg broken, and Mr.. Chllds, Of Hcnn
blood. Others much bruised had gone II snc
train which returned for us from Lawrence. Every
attention which could possibly be paid to those in
jured was given at this house, where most of the
wounded were carried. The physicians were prompt
in their services, calm, kind and, far AZ one not
OF the profession can Judge judicious
After the head of the little boy had been tenderiy
cared for by the physicians, and all possible done to
restore the look Of lite he was carried by to the
house where his afflicted parents shall never
forget the look of extreme pain that chds face wore:
and yet there was something resigned and tender i'm
pressed even by the awful hand Of death. He was
not yet cold when he was in the room of Mr. Aikens
house. dressed just he had been at the moment Of
the calamity. The form which had left that house
but little more than hour before full of life and
happiness, with heart full of hope and bright aspir
ations, was borne back to those who had parted from
him-that heart now hushed and still-that form
motionless, and the limbs fast growing rigid under
| the icy touch Of death.