American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-04-05
ESTABLISHED IN 1926
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a case OF wOmans devotion has recent
ly been brought to our knowledge which
certainly equals anything that we have ev-
er met with in the realms of romance
The circumstances occurred in this city,
and are perfectly well authenticated
While the small pox was raging here afew
weeks ago, a youHg man employed in
store on Lake street, was seized with the
disease. 1t was, &C course, improper for
him to remain there, and the people with
whom he lived, who were distant relatives
Of his, refused TO permit him to stay in
their house. The result was, that he was
taken to the pest house
1t so happened that he was engaged to
be married to most estimable and anna
bic young lady. No sooner did she hear
of his condition than she determined at
once that she would nurse him. She un-'
derwent vaccination. and then went whsre
they had taken her betrothed TO the pest
house. Here she forud him, alone, sick,
wretched, deserted by all the world
And here she remained like ministering
angel, waiting beside his bed ofpain, ,sooth
ing his distresses and attending to his
wants. He died. But how cousoling must
have been his last moments.
Though all the world !!.sd forsaken him
she, whom he loved better than all the
world, remained faithful to the last. Her
hand it was that smoothed his-pillow; her
eyes still beamed upon him with mournful
but undated affection; into her ear lie
poured his last words of love, Of sorrow,
and Of hopes that in this wVrld might new
er be fulfilled.
Itrecalled to our mind, when we heard
it. the words that Bulwer puts in tile
mouth of one of his characters: be
watched and tended by the one we love,
who would not walk blind and barefoot
over the world."-- Chicago Tribune.
/ A WAF.-We find the following beau
tifully written paragraph floating, with
outa werd of credit to their author, through
the newspaper world:
Child Inst. Such is the heading Of an
advertisement in another column. A lit
tie girl, upon whose head the blossoms Of
but ten summers have descended, Las
drifted away from the home anchorage,
out upon the rough waves Of stranger
life; and the Press becomes a tongue 10
herald forth the cry of the mourning
mothers hear't-'Come back, my lost
child, come backH
Child LOST There are shadows gath
cred now where all was light before; the
dark mantle of heavy grizzlies upon the
mothers heart, shrouding it as a veil Of
ashes, and even the anxious prayer how
ering on the pale lips of Hope wearsa mel
ancholy tinge. The brightest jewel has
slipped away from the string Of affection;
the whitest rose of the family tree has
been waited of-what wonder, then, there
is sorrow sitting on the household shrine,
and darkness gathering on the threshold!
Who is there til at loses a lamb from his
fold, and goes not forth in quset thereof in
all the by, lanes and side paths of the
outer world, offering rewards continually
for the restoration of The lost one?
Child Lostp There are many lost cbil-
dren wandering through this world of ours
Children lost in sin and iniqui;y-cbil-
dren lost to all the sweet purposes OF
Time and the grand hopes Of E:ernity.-
In every path of life these lost ones are
wandering up and down, foot sore and
weary, their souls faint for waters they
cannot taste, and their lives wiiher up like
the stubble of the field. Scarcely is there
a home in the land which has not sent ou
such an one to tread the dim aisles whert
the beautiful light never Henetrates-wbert
only serpents hiss and pitfalls .yawn be
meath the thriving night-sbade.