The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1860-12-06

my whole life no one had ever thought of Civ in
me single spoonful of the water / had crave
1.-THE cooling, cheering refreshing drop of ws
ter! Now, l no longer cared for it. In m,
widest frenzies, was accused of having tn,
collie; down,as usual, went the fiery drink unit
| was literally burnt out. | was nothing bu
a cinder within, shell without. My stomach
was cooked to crisp, my ntestines were shriv
eled-my lungs no longer filled with pure air
belched forth only the fiery fumes that consum
ed me. | died | was good for nothing.
hope whatever form my dust is destined to take
on earth, it will not be watered, as when in
habited itEwith alcohol
| AS this speaker ceased, there arose wal
OF sympathy, such as had first attractrd me tc
the pandemoniac chamber; as it subsidized, anoth.
er little figure had taken the stand"
| My legs he said brought me out of the
world. My mother labored under the strange
delusion that her child was born Highland
laddie OF American parents and in America. ]
was dressed, or left undressed rather. in short
plaid stockings, reaching to the calf of my leg,
and an elegant kilt, reaching just to the knee
My limbs were moulded in cherubic forms, and
when exposed in e nursery were pretty. But
the nursery was too narrow field in which 70
display my beauty. On bitter cold days, 1 was
walked out, over the icy streets, the keen wind
chapping my flesh and chilling my blood till my
knees looked like twin nutmeg graters, painted
purple. | used to look at my mothers long,
comfortable skirts and thick leggins drawn up
over warm hose, and wondered if she could
survive fashion such as l wore if adopted by
herself. | became inflicted with inhammatory
rheumatism and unable to endure the pain gave
up the ghost
81 felt" said my grandmother, that this
victim was sacrifice TO a fashion started since
| know OF hnr Il Cd
IN such ridiculous style when little boy, for
with my own hands knit his warm wooden
stockings, and saw that his comfortable little
trousers came well over the nstep of his little
calfskin shoes.
The next speaker was dream faced little
girl, who trembled as she rose and said -
: l am an opium eater My death warrant
was written on the label of the first bottle of
Godirey's Cordial brought into my mothers
house. A few drops at first sufficed to hush my
feeble cries Then Godfrey's Cornial would
not do. 4 few drops of pure laudanum were
administered Soon | could not go to sleep
without it. Then my nurse weud give me a
small opium pill in my panada. Of course II
was but little trouble. [ was deep sleeper, but
my digestion became impaired too much sleep
weakened me, and knew no natural slumber. |
My eyes became like those ola sleep walker full |
of dreams when wide awake. | lost my apptite |
my head grew full of pain,my baby heart was al |
ways aching. l closed my eyes one day forever
on the home where l felt could be little loved,
when my low walls were never permitted to APP
peal to those around me, but were hushed at
once; where my blue eyes were scarcely ever
permitted to look around in the world in which
they had been opened, and where, instead of
proper care, food and exercise the balefnl pill
md enervating sleep was all that was offered
me. There are many parents who seem to
hlnk children must pass their childhood out
If the way and only get in the way when they
nave become.in spite of all sorts of III treatment,
Useful or ornamental members of society
This child was still speaking" said my
grandmother, when l rushed out / had
oeen mother once, and could not listen to
hese innocents in that fearful wailing chamber,
ecapitulating the woes that had sent them
here, any longer.
telt impelled to revisit earth. / came In
10 light could l make myself visible to you
lntll your tallow candle was brought in.
MY dear, remember what / have told you
Some of these days you may be mother Be
more than careful of the sacred charge of little
Think for them-feel for them. Do |
not, to ease your cares, sink them into unnatu- |
al slumbers or give them over to selfish nurses. |
Upon you hang their lives-in great measure
heir happiness, both here and hereafter-I beg |
you will give
just at this moment, the cock crew loudly. |
he voice at my elbow was STILL I looked |
lround-the rocking chair was empty, the ghost |
lad vanished.