Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1860-09-01

le circumstances for me to receive ;

What that request was will be seen O
the story progresses Suffice tnow, that /
was granted, urged as it was, with all tn
eloquence Of which the unhappy man wa
capable. The day Of execution was to bt
the first Of December, and not day hat
passed since / first saw him, without tht
interchange of thought and feeling between
US. His clear expansive mind groppleC
with the most obstruse subjects, presenting
new and attractive forms of reasoning, anC
throwing npon them light, which to d
dnller capacity seemed supernatural. He
was trm believer in the ministration o
departed spirits, and promised to commu
nicate with me it be entered another state
of existence before me. cauuot say that
the idea gave me much pleasure. But, ]
had learned to love the gifted man. thus
early doomed TO an ignomniOus death Iii,
gentle manners, and afTectionute disposition
had won the regard of all who attended
him, and many a heart bled at the last sad
parting. He woud not have his friends
made acquainted with his fate, but stead
fasty maintained profound silence in re-
gard to their whereabouts. cannot dwell
upon the details of that dreadful day, when
| saw that manly form arrayed for tbe gal.
lows. He had wrung from Inc a sacred
prUmsie, not to leave him one moment nm
Ill all was over.
My friend and associate, the eminent
Doctor Waller stood by my side-and with
me, pronounced him dead His spirit had
flown, but his body was mine, for he had
given it to me, aud amid the confused mur
muir of the dispensing crowd it was borne
reverently, gently, to carriage which
had procured to take it to my residence
They believed it was destined for the knife
but | knew better. Sooner would have cut
off my right hand, than mar that glorious
FORM Once out Of the city, (for my house
was in the suhurbs) the horse bore the cot
fiued-body swiftly onward and ere ten min.
utes bad elapsed il lay in my Office. Five
minutes longer Suficed to place it ia a warm
bed and while darkness closed around my
dwelling, within were enacted scenes which
were not laid down 10 the programme OF
that days dougs. Yes, reader, with an able
aud sympathetic assistant, was fulfilling
my pledge to try every known experiment
to reSuscitate that inauimate form A gal
vanc battery stood near and every adjunct
which is believed of service in suspended
animation.
| have the poor fellow had said the day
Previous a very muscular neck, perhaps it
may not he broken 'and such proved to be
the fact, will not detail the process, sick
ening enough, by which We accomplished
what was several times given up in despair.
But the memory Of that imploring glance
urged me on to almost superhnmnn eXer-
tions. Can portray in words the emotions
of my soul, when slight motion ofthe eye
lids discovered that they would be crowned
with success? With my own mouth breath
ed into his lungs the breath Of life, that |
would freely give half my days to recall
the wandering spark. And we were sue
CeSsful. Gradually the blood began to cir
cuIate through that paraIyzed frame. The
pulse fnttered feeby, the heart made spas
modic efforts to resume it functions. Then
went up from my heart, thanks-O such
grateful thanks. Silence reigued in the
house. The servants had all been sent
away upon various erra1dS. Only my wife
remained, who with pale anxious face. re-
peatcdy asked what success When he
had become warm and the breathing quite
natural, she looked in at the door, % hus-
band cannot stay away she said, some
thing impels me to look upon his face.
Come then | answered, and giving her
my hand l led her to the bed. There was
u searching look, start, then a Shrek, aud
with the words, o, my brother! she fell faiut-
ing ipto my arms. ..
As the grey dawn appeared in tue east,
travelling carriage stood at my door, two
persons with faces as white as the driven
snow were lifted in, and then l followed.
AS with lightning speed it was whirled
along the road, there were whispered words
of thanksgiving, tears, happy tears, aud
promises of a new and holy life. ..
Far away from the spot where those
scenes fraught with such paiCful, and yet
grateful memories, Eugene and his lNEz
live life devoted to tile service of Heav'
en-, and bless the hour daily as | witness
their happiness that kind Providence di
rected me to the cOnvets cell.