The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1866-10-19
The Last Hours of a NeaC Orleans
Md"tyr--4 Tale of Rebel
Barbdrity.

The Christian Watchman and Reflector
OF Boston contains an account of the last
hours of the Rev. Mr.. Horton, one of the
martyrs of the New Orleans massacre,
which testifes conclu>ively as to his un-
stained character as Christian and pa
trlot, his freedom from personal ambition,
and the wantonness of his murder. Mr..
Horton 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 pavements to the first station. the
mob following behind, crushing beating
and trampling him with their shoes
Thrusting him in a cell. he was left man
glel and Senseless
He was flung into a cart after lying
awhile at the station house, and under a
sitting load of dead and wounded negroes
his stomach crushed III by a blow of a
heavy plank, he was taken to the Marine
Hospital.
His wife, after waiting anxiously for
him 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 Gen. Baird, the mill
tary comandant, had released all who had
been arrested and confined BY the police,
giyn" the name of her husband among
the rest, and stating that he hal returned
home Acting on this representation she
went alone to Carrolton, but only to re-
turn by the next train He was not
there Without waiting for breakfast she
set off for Gen. Baird's headquarters
Young Methodist clergyman, Mr.. Henry,
one of Mrs. Hs boarler-. insisted on be-
ING her company.
No sooner did Gen Baird see Mrs.
Horton and know who she was, than he
cxpreS>cd much surprise that her husband
had not been seen, and told her he had
ordered his release. Perhaps she would
find him at the City Hall. TO this place
she immediately went, nut she searched in
vain. He had not been there. She then
hurried TO the first police station, deter
mined to wiring from the brutal officers a
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 h.td been done with her hrs-
band. The man declared that preacher
Horton" had been sent by him 10 Charity
Hospital, and -hc at once hurried thither
Again She was disappointed He had not
Il been seen there. (Thc truth was the cart
" that carried Mr. Horizons body had stop
= ped there, and been sent away. az it ap-
pcarcd TO be occupied only by blacks.
The horrible idea now suggested itself tC
= ihr afflicted woman that her husband had
been conveyed away with load OF dcat
" bodies and had been buried alive. but, Il,
Il 4 last resort, she determined TO visit the
' Marine Hospital. This was in Il low anC
distant part of the city. AMI devoted en-
y tircly to negroes, and she could not have
" believed he would he carried there by hi,
worst enemies. but at 4 friends suggestion
-" She sought the place, still accompanied by
y Mr.. Henry.
=, Arrived at the gate she was refused en-
- trance, but catching a glimpse OF DIR. llar
;, rl>. the head surgeon. whom she knew
III she called to him and asked if her HUSBAND
wa> there. DIR. Harris could give no pos
tive assurance, but Immediately ordere,
the servant to admit her. Forgetting hel
> wearincSS in her jov that her long queS
= had at last succeeded, the faithful woman
: bounded up the steps, and without wait
l. mo to be directed rushed in among tin
:, patients found out her husband, and sunl
III III exhausted upon his bosom. What spec
u" taclc The form she loved bruised an,
i helpless mass of flesh and blood, his hea
I swollen TO the size of two, his left arl
usei -. and his rimht shattered and man
e. @led. He moved perpetually about wit
the restless, nervous gestures of dream
inc infant. So badly tramplcd and beat
Ie en- was his head and face that his eve
were blinded, and a painful retching, pre-
10 duced hv the injuries To his stomach, oil
,t. Structcd his breath and speech. Bu
through all the anguish and darkness {
l. his wreck he knew his wife That ST
.eI should have known him is Il miracle t
all who do not understand the inspired sG
:" gacity OF wite's affection.
s.Wipe my face. Emma" he gaSped, 4;
he if she had been bending over him ev,
nv since he fell.
ch Worn and broken hearted the poor w
H. man sat down bv her husbands SIDE al
IL tried to strengthen herself for the task
il soothing and comtortisg his last hours, fl
She knew too well that he could not lir
~ Nineteen long hours she had searched +,
him. and now to find him thus
ON Few comforts were 10 be found in th
he hospital. though the attendants seeing h
ere distress, evidently meant TO treat her kin
les ". Up to this time the wounded III;
70 had lain in the warden's room, but on t
en- next morning. Wednesday, was moved
k" more airy apartment. The operation
trepanning was then performed on
I'm. head though with little hope of perm
il nent benefit. When this was over. a
the burden upon the brain relieved, t
?" sufferer looked up and repeated,
.Whfn can read nv title clear
Toman-ions in the skie<,
I'll bid reaelt T. ev,ry fear
on And ipe my We, ping eyes"
,nat '.Should earth agains, my soul ENGAGE
,ver Here weakness prevented him, and
And whispered to his wife, You finish it.