Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-04-26

strength' HAPPY 10 the possession OF the
coveted boon but there were others who
cane too late. BuOyed by hope. cncOur-
aged BY physicians who did not want
them to die on their hands. they left
their comfortable homes to come a long
and tedious journey. only to find them
selves exhausted BY the unusual fatigue.
50 weakened that the warm air debilita-
ted instead Of strengthening their sys-
ten and instead Of a rapid restoration
% health they are gradually sinking.
The bright, almost CLASSY eye. the hec-
TIC check, the hollow cough. the color
less hands, the unsteady steps. all show
that in little while they viii shake of
the burden Of disease; but in the way
God has chosen, not in the way they
most desired.
Hardly train or steamer leaves Jack
sOnville for the North. but has on board
one or more Of those long. narrow boxes
which tell their own story Of disappOInt-
ed hopes. Florida papers tell Us moth
ing of all this. for they would have it
believed that we have but to come and
drink Of the balmy airs Of their sunny
land, and We shall surely live; but all
who visit Florida know there is a dark
as well as bright side to the picture
A visit to the cemetery at jacksonville
shows many graves without mark Of any
kind inquiry disclOses the fact that
most Of them are the graves Of strangers
who came to Jacksonville with very lit
tie money. were too feeble to work. and
died-often without care, sometimes out
Of doors, wherever they could crawl away
alone. The instances where men in con-
sumption come here without means to
provide for their wants, are sadly fire.
quent They are so confident Of speedy
return to health and consequent abili-
ty to work, they risk all in hopes Of pro-
longing their life A few days Of hope
fulness-the offspring Of excited ener-
giss, then relapse, and without the
nOurishment and care they need, they
rapidly sink until the worn spirit finds
repOse amid the green pastures and be-
side the still waters Of the Better Land,
while strangers fold the tired hands and
bear the poor clay away to the stran-
gers corner in the cemetery.
Before me now rises the picture Of a
young man, who came here from New
York. hoping to escape from the clutch
es Of consumption. He was yOung-on-
/ ly eighteen, the petted. only son Of veal
thy parents but neglected cold had
proven = powerful assailant- Accom-
panied by his sister. he came to Florida
determined to leave no place untried IN
til he should find the balm to heal his
rapidly decaying lungs A while at
jacksonville, then up the St Johns to
Enterprise, little later to the Ochlawa-
ha-al in vain; and with hopes almost
dead within him, he embarked on the
City Point for New York, feeling. he
said. that he should be better with
mother" Reclining on a couch which
the kind Captain had brought on deck,
he watched the birds flying after the
steamer, noted the beauty Of their plu-
7 mage, and spoke with boyish enthusiasm
Of the pleasure he should take recalling
, these things after he reached home.
Gradually he seemed to fall under the
: influence Of the warm sunshine. and qui.
: city he lay with dreamy, half-clOse6
: eyes, watching the ripple of the water
as it closed over the pathway cut BY the
steamer, until he fell asleep, and the
e thoughtful passengers lowered their vol
I ees and tread softly about deck so hs
: might rest But al, q rest had come Il
him we little expected sleep so deep
e not even the agOnized cries of his loving
= sister could rouse him He had close.
e ms eyes on the beautiful St. Johns {
a open them upon the dark waters Of JOr
+ dan Swift and easy must the passag
L have been for so calm, so peaceful wa
q his face
q We thought him sleeping when he died.
= But we viii linger no longer near thes