The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-07-14

, ened me, and Yes, struck her ferc
I low in the face, and she fell forward upo
{ he hearth The furies of hell boiled in m
: BOSOM, and with deeper intensity as felt
:, mad committed wrong. had never strucl
d Mary before, but now some terrible impuls
: bore me on, and stopped down as well a
: could in my drunken state and clenche,
e both hands in her hair.
: God Of mercy, James!' exclaimed my
wife, as she looked up in my fiendish coun
I tenance, you will not kill us-you will no
$ harm Wilie,' and she sprang to the cradl,
and grasped him in her embrace. caugh
4 her again by the hair and dragged her t.
! the door, and as lifted the latch, the wint
burst in with cloud of snow. With the
! yell Of iend, l still dragged her on ant
hurled her out into the darkness and storm
5 With wild ha! ha! closed the door ant
turned the button, her pleading moan:
, mingled with the wall of the blast, and the
sharp cry Of her babe. But my work was
; not complete.
Il turned to the little bed where lay my
: older son, and snatched him from his slum.
bers and against his half awakening struggles
!, opened the door and thrust him out. In the
agony of fear, he called to me by name
was no longer fit to bear, and locked his
| fingers into my side pockets. | could no,
wrench that frenzied grasp away, and with
the coolness of devil, as l was, shut the
!, door upon the arm, and with my knife sever.
ed it at the wrist
The speaker ceased moment and buried
his face in his hands as if to shut out some
fearful dream, and his deep chest heaved like
a storm swept sea.
My father arose from his seat, and was
leaning forward, his countenance bloodless,
and the large drops standing out upon his
brow. Chills crept back to my heart, and
wished was home. The old man looked
up, and never have since beheld such NOR
tai agony pictured upon human face as
there was on his.
1T was morning when awoke, and the
storm had ceased, but the cold was intense
first secured drink of water, and then
looked in the accustomed place for Mary
As missed her, for the first time shadowy
sense of some horrible nightmare began to
dawn upon my wandering mind thought
had fearful dream, but involuntarily open
4 ed the outside door with shuddering dread.
As the door opened, the snow burst in,
followed by the fall of something across the
threshold, scattering the snow, and striking
the floor with sharp, hard sound. My
] blood shot like red hot arrows through my
veins, and | rubbed my eyes to shut out
the sight. 1t was-it-Oh! God how hor-
rible! it was my own injured Mary and her
babe, frozen to ice! The ever true mother
had bowed herself over the child to shield
it, and wrapped all her clothing around it,
leaving her own person stark and bare to
the storm. She had placed her hair over
the face OF the child, and the sleet had
was white in its half opened eyes aha aha dfpp5hi fpplhi
his tiny fingers. know not what became
cf my brave boy
Again the old man bowed his head and
!, wept, and all that were in the house wep,
with him. My father sobbed like a child
In tones of low and heart broken pathos the
], old man continued
! Il was arrested, and for long months
, rayed in delirium. I awoke, was senten
ced to prison for ten years, but no torture
could have been like those endured with
in my own bosom.-Oh, God, no. / am
not fanatic. wish to injure no one
: But while | live, let me strive to warn
} others not to enter the path which has been
SO dark and fearful one to me. | would
: sec my wife and children beyond this vale
? of tears
The old man sat down, but spell a:
deep and strong as that wrought by some
: Wizards breath, rested upon the audience
: Hearts could have been heard in Their
beatings, and tears to fall. The old mar
j then asked the people to sign the pledge
t My father leaped from his seat and snatch
! ed at it eagerly. l had followed him, ant
!, as he hesitated moment with the pen il
) the ink, tear fell from the old mans eye
on the paper.
'Sign it, sign it, young man. Angels
! would sign it. would write my name ten
], thousand times in blood if it would bring
l back my loved and lost one
NY father wrote MORTIMER HUDSON.
; The old man looked, wiped his fearful eyes
5 and looked again, his countenance alter
5 nately flushed with red and death-like
paleness.
, 1T is-no, it cannot be-yet how strange,
muttered the old man. Pardon me, sir, but
: that was the name of my brave boy
, NV father trembled and held up his left
) arm from which the hand had been sever.
], ed.
; They looked for moment in each others
eyes, both reeled and gasped.-
my own injured boy!'
MY futher!'
4 They fell upon each others necks until
!, it seemed that their souls would grow and
; mingle into one. There was weeping in that
) church, and turned bewildered upon stream.
ing faces around me.
Let me thank God for the great blessing
which has gaddencd my guilt burdened soul,
: exclaimed the old man, and kneeled down.
, pouring out his heart in one of the most
melting prayers / ever heard. The spell
was then broken, and all eagerly signed the
pledge, slowly going to their homes, as il
10th to leave the spot.
The old man is dead, but the lesson he
taught his grandchild on his knee, as his
evening sun went down without cloud,
will never be forgotten. His ianaticism
has lost none of its fire in my manhood's
heart.
i ELOQUENT DEscRIprIoN.-The following
extract from an address Of Meagher recent
ly delivered in New York, is truly eloquent
in its description of the present state OF
Europe. How impossible, remarks CO.
Temporary, for a soul not stirred and even
tried in the fire, 70 conceive and utter such
things as these:
"Austria-the whole German family