Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-01-15

NNAA SAONihShSN, etiiA IN W 90 thS AiAiCSt
critic have ever known.
By this time | had grown to know
something of my own nature. / had
been brought up in thesame house where
my father did, for such had been his
wish. Mrs. Newell, the lady who had
charge of our home and ourselves, loved
5y sister passionately, but she had no
attachment for that unsightly little Grip,
pie, and she took no pains to assist or
understand me. My love acknowledge
was intense from my earliest recollec-
ton; and for several years fathers study,
containinghis fine library had been taeitly
abandoned to me. / read many looks.
Works of the imagination most of all
poems and novels. The theme was too
often love, and porting over the enchant-
ed pages, grew rebellious against my
own sad destiny. | read of fair ladies
and gallant knights, and anon of peace
| full, happy homes-and all this glorious
world of poetry and passion, and senti-
ment, was shut out from me. was a
cripple. I read it in the very chances
the children raised to my face, as pass
ed along the street in my little donkey
wagon. They looked up kindly, but in
their eyes was only pity, never admira-
ton or love.
And yet, even in these early days, /
felt that my own heart was capable Of
intensest devotion. Icouldlove, knew
it, with all the passions of which novel
ests had dreamed or poets sung. But
no one would ever, no one ever could,
love the dwarfed, crippled temple which
shrined this passionate, beating heart. /
looked in the glass, and there | saw a
dark, sallow complexion, wild looking
eyes, straight, black hair, and thin, ner-
yous looking figure, but not one pleasing
lineament
A contrast was ever beside me---my
little sister Helen. She was bright; ioy-
Gus and beautiful, as our mother had ev-
err been, and the beauty loving element
i'll my nature was 9laddened every time
j looked on her. / loved her, too.
cherished, with more than a mothers
tenderness, the gay, gladstone creature,
five years younger than myself l be-
lieve | well nigh worshipped her. ]
would have died for her at any time; but
this was not much, for life had never
been dear or precious to me, and | long
ed to lay the burden down. Helen low
ed me, too, i'll her cheerful, light heart
ed fashion, and depended on me to do
her tasks and perform her duties.
| CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.
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HUNrISGToN IN SING SING STATE
PRIsON.-The New York Tribune gives
the following interesting account of the
employment and conduct of Huntington,
the torger, at Sing Sing:
CHARLES b. HUNTINGTON.
This person who has so lately occu-
pied the public attention in criminal
way, reached the prison on Friday eve
ming last. The Warden at first design
ed to place him in the hat-shop to work;
but Huntington being a cabinet maker
by trade was placed in the cabinet-shop.
He preferred it to the hat-shop. On
Monday he was busy mailing together
bedstead Stats, and packing finished bed
steads for removal. He maintains his
fortitude and works cheerfully. The
overseer Of the shop in which he works,
desiring to inre him gradually to hard
ship, which is the practice with new ar
rivals for the sake Of health, told him
that he might work with his coat on for
few days of this cold weather, but
Huntington took off his coat and worked
as actively and cheerfully as though he
had all along been working at the bench
instead of engaging in feats of financial
ground and lofty tlunblingin Wall street.
1t was Huntington's luck, at his first
prison on Saturday, to march into the
hall next to, and be seated at the side of
a large sized specimen Of the African
race. This was new to him, and of
course not very agreeable. This sud
den transition from luxury to prison fare,
from spacious, richly furnished and beau
tiful apartments to narrow, gloomy,
meanly- furnished cell, cold and dark, is
a change which mustproduce most pain
ful sensations in his mind. He has ex-
pressed his desire to the keeper to be
acquainted with the rules Of the prison,
so that he may strictly observe them, and
he will make the best of it.
MUNTFTcEST DoNATIoNs.-Simon V
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