The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-05-04

men caught him by the hair Of the head
aud drew him out But no one there knew
| what to do With him. They simply laid
Inn upon some old sails and brought him
to me. And then some one took me by the
arm and led me to the house, while two
men bore my child after me. When he had
been laid upon the bed, heard some one
say that the boy was gone. ., God only
the anguish of my heirt | could only cry
out 60, God s)ae my chi !"
But help was at hand. All old sailor, who
had had some experience iii such cases, and
had seen the boy brought III, came to save
him. He gath red together every blanket
in the house, and ha the men heat them
10y blazing fire. At first, my child was
utterly senseless; his legs and arms were
cold as ice; and the pulse in his wrist not
perceptble. | knelt by his bedside while
the strong men Piled the hot blankets He
gasped aud struggled, and expected that
every moment would be his last of earthly
lf1. o, what a season was that for me {!
| cannot describe my feeliugs--you can i'm
agiue them much better. For full half an
hour knelt there with my fingers upon my
boy s pulse, while the men-six of them
worked With the blankets. BY AID 10y /
felt flutterimg be'eath my touch; the pulse
hogan to throb the lungs were being freed
from the burden Of water At length the
eyes opened, aud their first glance was up
Oh me. Clarence, who is this !? | asked
A smile broke over his pale f,c. and he
whispered Its yOu, dear mother !" Aud
then the old sailor told me that | need have
no more fear lie assured me that my child
was safe.
| could bear 40 more. | sank forward
upon the bed, aud remember that two of
tie men took me up and bore me away. The
next thing knew | was in my bed, and
Clarence was by my sid. sleeping quietly
and safely. 1t was some weeks before my
boy was able to he out as before; but the
fever consequent upon the terrible strain up
on his system at leugth passed off, and my
Clarence was strong aud huoyaut once
more.
'.Marah, believe that from that time to
the present have never spoken a ars!', i'm
patient word tn ON. of my children Had
my Toy died III that dark hour should
certainly have gone crazy. Never. d.jes the
impulse to speak thoughtiessIy come upon
me, but | remember those cruel words
which spoke to my first born on that day
ard find flushing upon my memory with an
influence Gliding aud startling, the picture
OF that cold ana lfcless form. so neaI-O 80
urar-to the brink Of the grave f! It, WIS Il
fearful lesson; but think | needed it and
what is more. know have proiiCed By it
Mrs. Naseby wiped her eyes. and arose
and left the room The calling up of that
old SCENE had affected her so Izapy that
she wished to be alone until her heart had
grown still and quiet again An hour after
wards, as size sat 10y the window Of her
chamber she saw MIS- Dorreuce coming
across the yard it'll little Lizzie in her
ANS. The child was pressed closely To her
bosom, and she kissed it over aud over
again aud as she came nearer. Mrs Nase
by Saw traces of tears upon her cheeks.
That evening. after Lizzie had gone to
bed Mrs Dorreuce drew her chair up by
the side of her friend and took her hand.
Matilda" she said, with II trenuousncss
III her voice, and a bright tear in her eve
Il am free to confess that you lave ught
me IA valuable lesson; and the most direct
" ay i'll v hich | can show my gratitude is
my promise that | will endeavOr to profit
thereby"
I lie two friends embraced each other. and
then they turned the conversation upon
other topics.
The years passed on, and Mrs Dorrence
found strength to keep her resolution and
i'll the keeping thereof she found peice
and comfort " hich she had not before known.
She had learned that it is with children as
with men "A soft answer turneth away
wrath but grievous words stir up anger