The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-11-09
A Tale Of Rebel narbnrl,y..7

The Christian Wdfckmdn and Reflector.
OF Boston, cohlains an account OF the last
hours of the Rev. Mr.. Horton, one Of the
martyrs Of the New Orleans massacre.
which tosti6es eoDclusively as TO his nns
stained character as O Christian and patriot.
hls freedom from personal ambition, mud
the wautonness of his murder. Mr.. Hor.
ton received five balls in his body, and fell.
These balls were fired by policemen. Not
satisfied with their work they seized>him
battered his head with their billies. stabbed
him, kicked and dragged him over the
pavemen,s TO the first station, tho mob fol.
lowing behind ,cnrsing, beating, and tramp
ling him with thoir shoes. Thrusthg him
in cell he was left mangled and sensless.
He was flung into cart after lying a
while at tho etaliou-house, and under a
sitting load of dead and wounded negroes.
his stomach crushed in by heavy blank
he was taken to the Marine Hospital. 'Qu '
His wife, after waiting anxiolsly forihim
all the day and night, started as soon as it
was morning in, search of him.
Information had been received through
the city papers that General Baird, the
military comnandant, had released all who
had been arrested and confined by the no
lice, giving the name OF hor husband amoug
the rest and stating that he had returned
home. Acting on this representation, she
went alone to'Carltoh, but only toreturn Ivy
the next train, He, was not there. Wifi.
out waiting for breakfast she act of for
General Baird's headquarters ia young
Methodist clergyman, Mr.. Henry, one OF,
Mrs. HIS boarders, insisting on being her
company. .'.'-N &.
No sooner did General Baird see Mrs.
Horton and know who she was, than he ex.
pressed much surprise that her husband
had not been seen, aud told hor he had or.
dered his release perhaps she would find
him at the city hall. 70 that place She i'm.
lnediately went, bnt she searched in valn:
he had not been there She then hurried
to .he first police station, determined to
wiring from the brutal officers confession
OF what they had done with her husband
Entering the. office she forced her way
within the rails, and asked of the clerk what
had been done with her husband. The
mon declared that preacher Horton" had
been sent by him to the charity hospital,
and she at once hurried tlither. Again
SHE was disappointed he had not been
seen there The truth was the cart which
carried Mr.. Horizons body had stopped
there, and been sent away. as itRppeared
20 be occupied only, by blacks.l The hor.
r,ble idea now suggested itself to the afflict.
ed woman tha. her husband had been con
veyed away with load of dead bodies,
and had beeu buried alive, but as a last re.
sort, she determined TO visit the marine
hospital Tlis was in low and distant
part OF the city, and devoted entirely to
negroes. and she coull not have believed
he would be carried there by his worst
enemies, but at friends suggestion she
sought the place, still accompanied by Mr..
Henry.
Arriving at the gate, she was refused
entrance, but catching q glimpse Of Dr.
Harris, the head surgeon, whom she knew,
she called to him and asked if her husband
was thcre. DIR. Harris could give her no
positive assurance, but ediately ordered
the servant to admit her. Forgetting her
wearihess In. lier joy that her long quest
had at. last succeeded, the faithful woman
bounded up the stops, and without waiting
to DO directed, rushed in among the pa
tients, found out her husband, and sunk ex-
hausted upon his bosom. What spectacle
The form she loved bruised aud helpless
nass'of flesh and blood, his head swollen
% the size of two, his left arm useless, and
his right shattered and mangled, lIn
moved perpetnally about with the restless,
iervous gesture of dreamy infant So
BADLY tranpled and beaten was his head
md face that his eyes were blinded, and
painful retclling, produced by the injuries
o his stomach, obstructed his breath and |
peech. But through all the anguish and
darkness of his wreck he knew his wife. |
hat she should have recognized him is
miracle to all who do not understand the
inspired, sagacity Of ! wife's affection, ]
=" Wipe my face, Emma," he gasped, as
she had been beading over him ever
inoe he fell. rai 7ae3 m s7<s7l
Worn aud brokenhearted the poor wo.
nan sat down by her husbands side and
ried to strengthen herself for the task of,
oething aud comforting his last hours, for
he knew too we'll that lie could not live.
Nineteen long hours she lad searched for
i'm, and now to find him thus
Few comforts were to be found in tbat |
ospltai, though the attendants, seeing her
lstresS, evidently meantto treat her kindly.
p to this time the wounded man had lain
4 the warden's room. but On the next
turning, which was Wednesday, he was
TO more airy apartment The
peration of trepanning was then per
'rmed on his head though with little llopc
t permanent benefit. When this was over
nd the burden upon the brain was thus
eleved, the sufferer looked up and re.
Gated.
"When ] can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies. s., ,...
III bid farewell To every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
% Should earth against NV soul engaye,L