Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1855-10-03
Inoldents ID dc PestiIenoe.


"a letter from Norfolk, published in the
Charleston Courier, says
g "A man jumped into the river the 9TH
er day and was drowned his entire tam.
lily had been swept away. by the breath Of
the destroying angel, and he alone vas
left. Wewitness scenes every day that
make the tears flow, and the heart bleed.
a lady died at the hospital last week
leaving an only child, girl about i've
years old. She had seen her father and
brothers, and sisters carried, one by one,
to their narrow home, and the spirit OF
her dear mother had now departed. She
sat by the cold corpse weeping bitterly,
and as she sat there sobbing, with her
face buried in her lap, I felt the warm
tear drops course down my own cheeks
[ commanded my feelings, and spoke to
her tenderly. l told her that her moth
er was no. longer sick and suffering pain,
but she was in heaven; in the presence
of her Saviour, and in the company OF
angels and good people, and if she would
be good girl she would see them. l
comforted her by telling her that God was
her father and that he would take care OF
her. She left the room. About an hour
afterwards, while 1 was walking along
the street, saw this little girl; she re-
coguized me Immediately and smiling
through her tears, she ran toward me,
and clasping my hand in hers, she sald'
with touching simplicity, Do, sir, have
my mother buried in cofinS it would
pain my mother very much, if she was
put into one of those horrid boxes"
We copy the following extract from a
letter published in the Charleston Mercu-
ry, from one of the physicians of that city
now in Norfolk. What volume of woe
does it speak:
Language fails to express the amount
of suffering and distress. Could you but
ride over the place, in one half hour l
could show you sights that would make
your heart bleed. went, two days ago,
to nurse young man with an interesting
family, consisting of a very pretty wife
and two children. I sat up with him
from five o'clock one morning till seven
the next. when the poor fellow died. l
shall not forget the scene as long as l
live. His wife had requested to see him
before he died. About five in the morn
ing l informed her he could not live, as
symptoms of the Vomit were coming on.
She begged me to assist her to the beds
side. And as she was about to embrace
him for the last time, the death rattle
was heard, and he hung stiff, dead in her
arms. She raised herself and fell power
less into mine. But the worst part is yet
to be told, His father, an old man OF
sixty years, had to be informed Of it. and
l was the person to do it. threw on
my cloak and started for the house. He
met me at the door, and as if conscious Of
my mission, he flung his arms around my
neck, and resting his head upon my
shoulders, burst into flood of tears. He
had lost his wife the Sunday preceding,
his daughter the day after, and now this
young man was the third-all in one
week. Besides his last and only boy was
extremely low. When left his door to
return TO the scene of death, mcditating
upon what had witnessed, and the pits
liable, desolate fate of this old man, l
could restrain my feelings no longer,
and seating myself on a door step, wept
bitterly.