The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-10-22
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An Hours Struggle with Poison

An Hours Struggle with Poison.
was spending a few days, not many
years ago, in a very beautiful little country
village, and in family that had more than
ordinary ATTRACTIONS to one who loves domes.
tic life as well as myself. The little circle
had in it more Of real interest than have
often seen developed in the same number oi
persons.
The father of the fnmily-almost toe
young to feel that he was entitled to that
honorable appellation-was fine, frank
hearted young mechanic, with wide world
Of bounding life in his veins, and energy that
when fully aroused, drove everything VIC
lently before him, and a warmth of DISPOSE
ton that won him more friendship than il
had given him the goods Of this world.
His wife, to whom he had been married
some four years, was singularly beautiful
They had two chidren-the one laughing
brown.eyed apd brown. haired little fairy oil
three years. Her name was Eveleen. The
second was a growing, laughing, blue eyed
plump little beauty OF less than ayear, pro.
missing to have all the charms of the elder at
her age.
i was sitting one afternoon in quiet liz.
tie room, with my feet upon two chairs, read.
ing pleasant little boob, in a state between
asleep and awake-my host away at his shop
a hundred yards off, and my pretty little hos.
tess engaged in her household labors-whep
was thrown out of my incidence by q
scream, that brought me to my feet like an
electric shock. 1t was woman's voice
and had in it an excess of agony that can
not be indicated in words, so loud, that il
rang over the quiet little village, and brought
every one forth to ascertain the cause.
/ sprang to the door that separated the
sitting room from the dining apartments, and
saw the whole at glance. The young mo.
ther stood at the door with her first born
our darling EveIeen--in ,her arms dying
A brief and hurried word from the seryan,
told her the sad story. The little girl had
accompanied a. child uncle, up stairs,s. and
while the attention Of, the Older child was fol
a moment turned away, she seized bottle
of corrosive sublimate in achohol, and had
taken enough to have taken away twenty
such lives. The little thing had tottered tc
the foot of the stairs, and her mother had
met her at the landing with the empty bot
tie in her hand, and the poison oozing from
her mouth ,,and the child all unconscious Of
the fearful thing she bad done. Was it any
wonder that fearful shrek rang out oyer the
quiet village, and that already the occupants
of every house near were rushing toward the
spot where the mother stood.
But q few moments could possibly have
elapsed since the poison was taken, and yet
the effect was already fearful. After the
first shrek of terror, the mother had quieted
to q calm despair for the moment, and stood
with the child in her arms, making no eff.
fort for it's relief, and, indeed, it seemed
hopeless, for already the subtle poison seem.
ed diffu>e ed throughout the frame; the brown
eyes had lost their lustre; the face blqckened
as if in after death, and the teeth were; tight
set in convulsive spasms that evidently
would not pass away. examined the lit
tie lost darling for moment, saw that i
was hopeless, and then turned away, unable
to Bear the mothers agony. The 1'ltl'
door was already half filled with villagers
and sobs, and moans, and lamentations oveI
the fate of the dying child, were heard ii
every direction, mingled with quick and hur
ried questions as to the manner Of its oc
currence, and vain attemps answering, whic
added an depressing confusion to the sad
ness of the scene. T.,
The little. plnyfello~'s uncle, who ho
Been Up stairs with the child, had ran in
stantly to call the father, and but few mo
ments elapsed before he sprang into tn
middle OF the group. He had been told al
and asked no questions. had time toremar
that his eye was very sterns and that MS Ii
was firmly compressed. Others, too, marx
ed it, and knew afterwards that murmr
ran around the circle of how strange it wa
that he betrayed no feeling.
He reached out his hands and took tn
ch lid from its mother. Its eyes were clo'
ed now, and white ooze coming from bt
tween the blackened lips. Was ever dea,
more assured! l saw him open the eyelid
and heard him give sigh ofrelief. He tol
me afterwards that the eyes were not shrunl
en-, and SO death had not began. He the
attempted to open the mouth, bat the teet
we're tight set, and they resisted his effort
But with force almost brutal, he wrenche
the teeth apart, and opened the mouth.
j "shame," cried one Of the bystanders.
The father did not heed him. but motion
j to a neighbor to take the child in his arm
He did So.
j "Bring me the egg basket" he spoke vel
| sternly, almost without opening his teeth,
the servant.
"What do you want with itT' "Wh
}, I can yoa do withp' "He is crazy" and mar
such remarks followed, but the basket WI
there in moment. .
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