The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1868-06-05
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AYouSG LADY IN ATRAsGE.-The Cieve-
land Plaiadealer gives the following curious
case Of suspended animation:
On Lorain street above Jersey, there re-
sides with her stepfather o young lady,
Miss Ellen z. White, who is probably be-
tween seventeen and eighteen years of age,
very prepossessing in her manner, and
very finely educated. About six weeks ago
she was taken dangerously Ill with what
the family physician pronounced typhoid
fever, and for some days was SO low that all
hopes of her recovery were given up. She
rallied, however, and under careful nurs-
ing and skilful treatment she was in fair
way to recover, when, about two weeks
ago, she had o relapse, and sank rapidly,
until the breath seemed to leave her body,
and she was pronounced corpse.
Her body was prepared for the grave,
and preparations were made by her be-
reaved parents and friends for the funeral,
when her mother, who could not be made
to realize the fact that her only daughter
was dead to her forever, noticed that though
the limbs Of her daughter were rigid, vet
the body retained its warmth. Physicians
were called, but they decided that she was
dead, and every attempt to resuscitate her
failing, it was determined last Sunday to
consign her to the grave, and coffin was
procured. On Saturday, while one of the
neighbors and the mother were standing by
the side of the supposed corpse, the door,
which had been left open, blew shut with q
loud noise, which had the effect Of so act
ing upon the girl as to bring her to and set
her life-blood in motion. She sprang up in
bed, and, throwing her arms around her
mothers neck, wept tears of joy over her
escape from the horrid death of being bu-
ried alive.
Our reporter yesterday visited the house,
and was granted an interview with the
young lady, whom we found sitting up by
the window apparently as happy as the
birds to whose music she was listening
as we entered the room.
THE YOUNG LADY's STORY.
Miss White said that when she felt her
self sinking she had no fear of death, but
turned upon her side, and as she did so all
pain disappeared, and she sank to sleep as
peacefully as child. She lay, she thinks,
unconscious for an hour or more, for when
she came to herself, though she could not
move or speak, she found that she was laid
out ready for burial. She could see her
mother by her side, and all those who came
to see her; could hear them talk, and un-
derstood all they said.
She tried to speak to them, but her
tongue refused to do its Office she tried to
move, but could not and there she lay,
blessing her mother for her refusal to allow
her to be buried. Upon two occasions,
when her mother was alone in the room
with her, it seemed as though she left the
body, and, standing by the side Of her body,
could look down upon it as she could upon
her mother. She said she was unable to
describe the feelings that she experienced
upon those occasions. When not tortured
with the fear of being buried alive, she
was perfectly at rest, perfectly happy, and
when the door slammed, which brought he1
to, it seemed as though she was, to use he1
own words, compelled to commence Q
hard days work."
Miss White is now in o fair way to re-
cover. Her strength is gaining rapidly
and from every indication we should
judge she had long life before her.