Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1871-06-23

4 MagIairn's Denth-A Scene ON the
Tali River Boat.

HagIalrn's Death-A Scene ON the
Tall River Boat.
'Fisks is the Fall River line. Is it not?'
Yes. And the way he tries to beat every
body else, and make his the only line 20 BJs-
ton is astonishing. Why III tell You some
thing about Fisk. One day, Just as We were
starting from New York. trim little girl
stepped aboard and took a stater00m, saving
she was going through to Boston. She wasn't
dressed loud, but mighty neat and rich wear
ing a Turkish hat, velvet sack trimmed with
lace, a dress with a lot Of scallops and trim
mIngs around it, and about the most bcwil-
dering foot l ever saw on a human. She was
pretty, sassy, and called me old hther at
supper, and carried on in a way thar soon
showed what she was, though she deceived
ne at first with her baby face and girlish
manners.
She was standing on deck about o. clock,
after having Mortified the ladies and amused
the gentlemen by her roilicking humor. and
becoming quiet for few minutes. while she
looked far cut at sea, she turned round 70 the
captain and, putting up her small white
hands and taking him by the whiskers 0n
each side Of his face, she looked up at him
and says She, very s1lemnly. Did YOU ever
want to die. captain p Wen no, said he, 4
don't think ever did. And If you did,
said she, what would YOU do l'
Wv ell in that case, said the captain,
loosing her hands and turning away, i think,
az have plenty of opportunity, | should
Jump into the sound and drown myself
The words were hardly out Of bis mouth
before she turned round Ike a flash, and
putting one hand on the railing leapej over
/ board. She was gone before a person could
stir to catch her, and a terrible scream arose
/ from the passengers who saw it. was
standing aft when I heard the shouts. and
/ looked out and saw her come to the surface
She had taken of her hat, and her splendid
/ brown hair, which she wore loose down her
back, hoated in mass ou she water. fan
cied she looked straight al me with her
childish face as she came up. and there was
nothing wild OF struggling about her Int
she seemed to smile in the same iaunty way
that she did when she was plaguing me half
an hour before In another moment She
was swept rapidly astcrn and disappeared.
We put about and lowered the boat, but
we never found her. 1t is strange how the
women, who had been SO shocked az her
conduct before, now pitied and even wept
for the little girl when they found what a
load there must have been in the foolish
baby's heart while she was laughing the
loudest. She had left small reticule in
the cabin, and when We opened it We found
some verses, written in a little cramped hand
on a folded sheet Of note paper. They ran
about this way, and were headed,
a HAGDALES's ulArs.
can no longer endure this p1llutius.
This fostering breath.
Gladly ny % the refuge that. .ef, me,
Nercl iul death.
Not sadly, teariully,
But gladly, cheerfluy,
Go 20 my deaJh.
Priests may refuse to grant sluctlei burial
There unto me.
Father thank Thee d blessing is always he'd
Over the sea.
Ave in its widest foam.
Aye in its thickest gloom
Blessed is the sea.
Welcome, sea with thy breakinss and dasiIings
That never shall cease;
Down in thy angriest st0rmiest waters
hide me in peace.
Say TO the weary face,
Come 10 thy resting place,
Slumber in peace.