Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1855-10-19

ed together in one room by day, and at
night slept in damp cells, without cover
ing, and often without even straw between
them and the cold stone floor. Sometimes
the water would stand two or three inches
deep On the floor Their food was scanty,
coarse, and badly prepared. Only Few
rays of light came to cheer the dreary
hours, for the prisons Of Europe were lit
tie better than dungeons, dug down Ten or
fifteen feet in the Garth. The prisoners
were often sick, and then their suferiDgs
were very great.
Through tae generous effprts Of Mr.
Howard, great change has been wrought
in many places. The life and health Of
the prisoners are properly cared for they
are carefully attended in sickness; chapels
are provided, and the gospel is preached
to them. To produce these results, Mr.
Howard gave up the pleasures he might
have enjoyed at home, and, going from
country to country, relieved, by kind acts
and words, the sorrows Of the suffering and
erring.
A heavy grief fell upon the last days of
this noble man. Ills only son had now
grown to be young man, but, instead of
being comfort to his worn and weary
father, he became his bitterest trial. While
Mr.. Howard was attending upon several
sick sailors in the port of Venice, he re-
ceived letter from a friend at home,
bringing sad news-his son was deranged
1t was terrible Disappointment to his
hopes, bat he said, "shall | receive good at
the hand of the Lord, and shall 1 not re-
ceive evil?" He hastened home as soon
as possible, but the account was too true,
and he was forced to place his son in
luna'ic asylum. Again he turned to the
continent. For the seventh and last time,
he bade good-by to Old England. He had
stood for the last time by the grave of his
beloved wife; he had looked for the last
time on the face of his son.
The winter of 100 was very cold and
stormy. Mr.. Howard spent several weeks
in visiting the sick soldiers who were sta
toned at Cherson, in the southern part of
Russia. One day be was hastily requested
to visit young lady who was dangerously
i'll at first he refused to 90, saying he
was only physician to the poor who could
' n1s YS,nin ;, ~ .Iy ,, rH N,,. . ne xt ,asr con.
sented. Having administered what medi-
cines be thought best, he left, directing
them to send for him if she grew bet
ter, adding, that if she was worse,
which he feared would be the case, it
would be Of no use. The young
lady grew no better, ,and her friends wrote to
Mr.. Howard to come as quickly as possible.
By some mistake, the letter was delayed
eight days When Mr.. Howard saw how
long it had been on its way, he feared it
was too late. No carriage was to be pro-
cured, so he mounted an old horse and
rode twenty four miles in cold, drench-
ing rain. To his great grief, he found hi,
patient very feeble, and on the next day
she died.
The cold, wet ride, and the sorrow he
felt on the lady's death, together with his
recent affection, proved too much for his
strength. After short sickness he died,
far from kindred and country, yet net
without friends for hi, goodness had made
him beloved by all. He was buried in
the place he had chosen, and the inscrip-
tion be had himself written was placed on
the plain marble slab over his grave
"JoHN HOWARD,
Died at Cherson, in Russian Tartsry,
Jan. 81, 1870, aged 64.
Chris. is my yhope."