Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-07-04
From the Evening G.zetto,
DIED OF CRAMp.


1t is a fearful thing to be stricken down
alone and unattended, when our last hour
tcomes-without a sigh from loving lips
TO prove that we viii be regretted when
we are gone, and to assure US that our
life has not been spent in vain when ten
der ones can breathe blessing on our
exit. This truth found poor Peasely. in
the cholera time, moving one evening to-
wards home, pondering upon the chances
of his being called away in the midst of
his usefulness, hls young wife . widow,
with good prospect of being married
again before he had been dead six months.
The night was dark and his mind was as
dark as the night was, as he moved along
turning these things over in his deep re-
Election and wondering if lobster salad
was wholesome in cholera time, for he had
just partaken of dish of that delicious
preparation, and was conscious of an un-
easiness in the epigastric region. He
had taken the precaution advised by the
Baron" to ''soften the hostility" of the
salad by sufficiency of Sauterne, OF
some other fluid, and was surprised that
it affected him so. He felt uneasy in his
mind about it. But he remembered the
tales he had heard where eheerfulness
was repellant of cholera influences, and
of the effects of dismal thoughts inducing
the dreadful disease, and he attempted
to whistle cheerful tune. Ii was fail
ure. His whistle sounded more like that
heard in the winter by some Granny in
an old barn, at night, when the witches
are about and children hide their heads
under the bed clothes for fear.
Going through Union street towards
the North End, where he resided, he met
one of his old friends.
''Lots Of cholera, down your wav. eh.
Peasely :" said the friend. "Mayor Big
CLOVIS been overhauling Spear Place,
and found it brim full"
He looked at Peasely by the gas light,
and saw that he was pale and unhappy.
whats the matter ?" asked he.
"I don't feel exactly right, said he, l.
guess it isn't much, though. I've been
eating lobster salad"
"Bad stuff in cholera times said the
friend. "You know old Timberly up by
, Fort Hill-well he eat two lobster claws
day before yesterday aboutnoon, and next
morning he was dead as General Jack
son. Good night"
And the friend was off.
Peasely felt worse, and whistle as he
might-and he attempted another tune
-the pain increased, as he did his pace.
"Ah, Peasely, my boy, how are ye p
said Styles the policeman, as he saw him
scudding along with his hand upon his
waistcoat.
"Pretty well, " replied Peasely with an
effort.
"Glad of it" said Styles, @glad of it
Great times, these. Cholera's all around
your neighborhood. Seven cartcd away
| this afternoon"
Anybody that know ?" asped Peas
".
@Why there's the Widow Speare, and
10. Bart, and Uuncle Frye, and the rest
J | didn't know. Don't you think that
+. Fry was cursed fool enough to gorge him
self with lobster salad and then wash ii
t down with brandy. Devilish fool, wasn'
he ?"
"Perhaps So" said poor Peasly, taking
hold of his waistcoat with redoublec
/, force; @but is it generally so bads"
e "Badl" said Styles, looking earnestly
r into Peasely's eyes, and, seeing the swea
j standing in globulet upon his face and BIZ
e lips as white as ashes, determining to guy
t him; ''bad you havn't seen the procla
nation OF Mayor Bigelow about Holsters
, made on the recommendation of DIR
4 Smith, to have all the Holsters thrown
into the dock and the men prosecuted TO
= selling of EN-? Twas sent down to th,
watch house tonight. Smith says they'r,
rank pisen-red cholerey's every one o
them"
How the pain took hold of Peasly, a
the policeman moved on Down in Han
: over street, a crowd of people attracted
his attention, and for moment he stop
ped to ascertain the cause.
whats the Inatter?" asked Peasly o
a bystander.
"Its feller that was picked up on tn
wharf, sir," was the reply; ''guess he
4 go he cholery been eating lobster"
< Mr.. Peasly ran from the scene toward
) his home, and never had that spot ap
iPeared SO sacred to his fancy as at tia
particular juncture. He had got With