Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-02-17
A TOUCHING LETTER.
" One more unfortunate
Gone to her death"

Gone to her death"
On Tuesday morning in Cincinnati, g
house of i'll fame was destroyed by fire
All the inmates but one barely escaped
with their lives, having lost all their eff
fects. A young man lodging in the house
had his leg broken by being thrown from
a second story window to the ground
The landlady with more presence of mind
than discretion, rushed into his apart.
ment, and dropped him to the pavement
beneath, as he was engaged in throwing
out the furniture.
After the flames had been subdued, a
young woman, named Josephine Ellison
could not be found, and immediate search
was instituted, when the unfortunate girl
was discovered in the rear building
blackened and scorched by the heat, per.
fectly lifeless. Her death was caused by
the inhalation of smoke and fre-her DO
sit;on and appearance evincing that she
had struggled hard, bat vainly, to obtain
an egress from the building, and elude
her dreadful death. The following a1fec-
ting fragment was picked up, as we learn
from Wednesdays Commercial, in one OF
the rooms, and is supposed to have been
written by the poor girl who persisted in
the flames.
TUESDAY MORNING. 20, home, magical
all powerful word, Home Oft have l
wished for a home, one that | could ri
turn to after a long absence, when, as
now, wearied and perplexed with many
cares of this cold world, I could find re-
tirement there and be welcomed by kind
friends greeted by those l have
known in innocent childhood. But alas!
these joys are not for me. | have Leard
others talk of their pretty homes and arts
tocratic palaces, but | wish not for those,
nor could | wish for proud palace for
my home, only for an humble one yet |
have not this.
l have never known a kind fathers or
mothers care, sister or brothers love.
These have all been lost to me. My in
FAINT steps were not guarded by moth
er's hand, or my infant lips taught by a
mothers gentle voice to lisp prayer to
God. am all alone without friend in
the world for l have placed an insur
mountable barrier between me and all
that is good and pure. / can never as
sociate with those who are respected and
esteemed. My home is the vile hauuts OF
the abandoned-my companions are the
depraved ones whose vices are mingled
with oaths.
Oftimes have heard others say that
this is gay life, with all its hellish ex.
element aud all its would be luxurious
ness, but God has said, 1.-The wages OF
sin are DEATH" They do not think when
they come to die, poor, forsaken outcasts,
without friend-for when their beauty
has faded and their health is gone, even
their wild companions will forsake them
and leave them to die in the hospital and
be buried in Potter's Field. 1t makes
me wretched to think that this may soon
be my fate.
A few more short years, and | will be
forgotten by those who now call them
selves my friends, but | would give naught
for their friendship. Too oft have | seen
the look Of pity mingled with scorn cast
upon me by those who think me far be-
meath them. They too, have often laid
their heads upon my breast and swore
by the God that gave them life, that they
loved me /; but little do they know how |
regarded their oaths.
have met kind and generous men who
| have liked very much yet when
think under what circumstances l have
met them, cannot think of them with a
pleasant thought, but remember them with
a bitter feeling, which makes me misera-
BILE. | Shall soon leave this place, and
hope to find home where | will be more
happy, and will try to forget many, many
things, and look upward to put my trust
IN my Father which in Heaven and
ne will not desert me, although earthly
friends may vanish like the dew before
the morning sun.
Bss@ How many young men ignorantly
deny themselves fortune There is
sea rppy vnunr man of oood seo,o> -,