, 1876-07-16

! th - 80 lucy starLc0 Immediately, and, II
they were crossing Red River in small boat
! On approaching to within 4 or yards of tht
snote, iforscnan appeared On the bank, ant,
unuuttohlng his large coat, took from it ucnr,
fSSetst9g fSpts M rule from which he discharged fteei
sta,t1S ~ ne men IN The boat Mr.. King was in
one irg and In both arms, and was left by tht
pano1t Tor dead. After the ASSASSIN was i1one
however, the faithful colored bostman. Who wa'
m1nseI wounded, lifted the mutilated man
@ lad enr,,n@ sns poat T. again, out OF which be
spTinge, where tie arr army Surgeon aurSson Was a
Inc 1aatafu1f sister, smitten by shock after
sinoch, ana almost prostrate as the result OF
.neIn, sui came to her brothers side, aud
Va, mslteo ana watched. The surgeon also watched,
Knee, Knee, ready to defend his patient from the mid.
night assault Of some chivalrous Southron.
AZ length the brother aud sister we're able to
start s1 Tor the North, being furnished part Of
.aey Inc way with military escort. As soon as they
tension BY which Mrs. Willis had kept up gave
way, and she rapidly approached her end.
Chronic dread Of evil from nlurf1erers became a
burden too heavy for her. In her last illness in
this house she would wake, look around her
eyes again, and on opening them again and
recognizing her friends would say weakly,
1cs, know you; l a1n not afraid OF you; YOU
are Marshafl's fllend;'' and like sootled
SAA1lA oII " OulA lc quietly lOWn 10 TfEL.
Aud so the weary wheels at last stood still.
Her husband, her brother, and her sisters and
their husbands, all sleep in Southern graves, and
every male relative was murdered. In her last
moments her only surviving brother was unable
to do anything for her except to weep. A nurse
must have hands and be able to walk. Nowon-
der she died without dread. She was too weary
OF human cruelty and wrong to desire to re-
main longer here. She sent word to her mother,
now in New England, that she had no fear Of
Hr+St.f c}.s f,nr 1nr
and then departed, let us trust, to where stthe
at rest.''
We arc sometimes accused OF Haunting the
bloody shirt for political effect; Of reviving
memories which ought to sleep in forgctfulncss;
of dragging before the startled and unwilling
eyes OF this age the gllastly skeletons Of hor-
TOTS which. but for our persistence, would have
been forgotten before now.
But this to-day Is no mere memory. This is no
buried horror just now newly exposed for tragic
effect This woman, whose body we to-day
carry to ncw-madc grave, IS almost Us much
the victim Of Southern cruelty as though some
assassin's bullet had pierced her heart. They
have killed her. They have loaded her with
horrors until her frail body could endure it no
task OF burying one Of the victims Of Southern
hate, and tic victim is woman. And what of
her only surviving male relative Is this some
ancient terror some forgotten wrong just now
lEoLAlCA 1Ul CUEEL 1lS NOtIlHS 1TE nDL vel
healed; they arc almost fresh enough to be
CHASTITY. Scarcely three months ago he was as
well as any of us, and now he is 80 Helpless that
he cannot wipe away his own tears.
and this is America, ''the land Of the free
and the home of the brare;'' the land whose
historic boast has been its Southern chivalry;
the land where men can think what they please,
and speak what they think; the land where
more has been said about freedom and the
rights Of man than has been said in all other
nations since time began.
Oh, how the eloqucnce Of these mute lips,
and these handless arms, rcbukes and scathes
Us in cur hoasting! Our talk OF freedom is =
sarcasm. These white lips do mock at u.s.
Freedom for the South yet waits its natal day.
nn sure say only what these lips would
say could they speak, and only what this brother
will approve, when ask, not Us partisan, but
rs ) man, Has the time come for us to elevate
this prescription into power? Shall We dare,
with these facts before US, to enthrone the
political principles with which these assassins
arc idcntificde Shall VIC give to such gigantic
and bloody wrongs es these the sanction Of
political victory! It becomes us to consider the
question, not as partisans, but as men who love
freedom, and IS Christians who love God.
In concluding, the reverend gentleman spoke
q few words Of tender sympathy to Mr.. Twitch-
ell, who was present ia the room, utterly
helpless, waited upon by friend, who was COM
pellcd to minister to him in the most trifling
matters. During the remarks Of Mr.. Day'iss
an almost painful silence prevailed, expressive
Of the profound interest felt by all present.
Every eye Was melted to tears, and in all proper
ways the deepest sympathy was expressed for
The gentleman who was called to pass through
such trying ordeal OF suffering.
The preacher then offered an earnest, mpas-
stoned prayer, enforcing the solemn lessons OF
The hour, whereupon the religious services we're
concluded with the hymn,
Hark! voice divides the sky
Happy are the fuithfnf dead!
In The Lord who SWetttY die.