The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1858-02-12

AhVu "iA ~ Vuoo was HYub anu voice,
and human hand. Light, sound, touch,
flashed at once upon me. How they
mingled and throbbed with the dead sulfo.
cation. Il was too much. Now, on the
eve Of relief, had my former prayer
answered. Sensation passed away. /
was not. Annihilalion had come.
From annihilation-or from an utter
blank Of consciousness--I awoke, with
pain and fatigue, and still tho sense Of
weight unutterable, 10 find that there was
indeed light, and touch. and hearing
The touch-it was a live hand-a human
hand. God. the meroifu and kind Il
was my own fathers hsndl Il was his
finger beneath my armpit, Now l felt Il
meet the artery; | myself felt, in sympa.
thy with him, the throb ] had come
back TO life Death was over.
Though il was no dream, this awaken
ing--though I knew Il to DO roal, yet for
hours l held but state Of semi mi-consoious-
ness. But knew that death was over
| knew lived. recognized the various
members Of my family in my room.
heard my fathers voice, subdued bot Joy
full, proclaiming his unwayOring faith,
during all, that was alive.
Then the doctor came. He entered
the room where lay.
1.-THE boy is alive, dociorp' exclaimed
my father.
"Nonsensel" was the heartless knave' s
reply--this devil Of a doctor. AZ times
| feel | must hate him, this doctor who
had college warrant on parchment 70
murder and bury beneath mountains.
"He does live. dootorl'' persisted my
father. Feel beneath his arm"
The doctor put his hand.-his faithless,
cold, skilless hand, beneath my arm.
The little life there was in me recoiled
from the contact, fed back 10 its sources.
and gave no response to his murderous
touch
"There is no beat there" said he, con.
temptuously. turning 10 my father. "It
was all your fancy"
My father put his hand beneath my
arm again. Trembling, faith shaken,
wavering--his touch told all that, as he
pressed the artery long and no throb re-
spouded. The little Till of life was to
faint aud weak to flow.
Long he held his finger there, and
through it l could feel bis hope die away.
He withdrew 1t at last, and he gazed on
the face Of his dead son. He looked
long. lie was kind. good father, ]
know where the grass grows green above
his gravs. he gazed long, aud turned
away Gs one who bade farewell.
An hour passed. He came back reso
lutte, hope dauntless in his eye, as il som,
inspired frenzy made him hope against
hope, and bear his faith into the presspor
of despair.
He touched again the artery beneath
my arm. He lelt the throb. 1t wa
fuller and faster, as hope seized and ami
mated me and him together. The pulls
was clear --small, weak, as it might be
it was still marked and clear. lie felt il
and knew il was no fancy.
He brought wine, and put a teaspoon
filled with It to my lips. The palate an
nostrils felt the sensation. They slight
moved. The shadow Of color came il
my faoo He knew l lived,
My recovery was slow. For three day
my sustenapce was half teaspoouful o
wine passed to my lips every two hours
After that they gave me whole spoonfu
at the same intervals ! gained strengt
slowly. At length | was able to got uE
But l was crippled forever, From III
hour when life came back to me to thi
hour l have not been able to lift my rigl
arm from my side. Below the elbow th
| limb is powerless. Ny left hand can
not raise above my head. ! was bled i
either arm.
Sometimes. without thought, I max
an effort to raise one arm or the other be
yond the line which the paralysis of @
ther has fixed. Then, on a sudden, a
grows dark before me; my head swine
aud, for an instant, feel the awfl
mountains weight upon me. The spasl
passes away, and live again,
, commenced no actions for damage
against the doctor. Aside from the fac
that he did not then possess the means
respond to the possible verdict, m
friends, with the prejudioos Of the tim
] would have dissuaded me from suing hi
D at the law. Courts and the "faculty
in those days believed in blood, and Il
Q latter took II when they would.
Do not deem, reader, that the foreg
= ing is any tale of imagination. II is
{ story Of the boldest fact. live in Ne
( Jersey, between Plainfeld and Westfell
in Uuion formerly Essex county. N
5 name ara free TO impart--it is John
n Miller. Thirty-four years have passe
but.tha memory of every hpa and circur
s stance at those dread agea os death
distinct and vivid still, For often, ev,
f. now, a thoughtless movement, of eth
/. crippled limb brings their terrors bae
n and once again-thank God, it is b
v for a moment--I lie suifocated, and pres
: ed beneath the mountains remorsele
IS breast.
d GB- Bresln, the defaulting Looofo'
I" State Treasurer Of Ohio. is a great brio
P in Hamilton, O. W.. where he now r
o sides. The Buffalo Express learns Oh
d he has Eeoently purchased a church in th
y city. for 5000, but whether he iRten'