Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-06-29

TWO LETTERs-oNE FROM THE MURDERED
DAUGHTER OF CHIsoLM, A WEEK BEFORE
THE TRAGEDY; THE OTHER FROM THE
BEREAvED MOTHER, SINCE.
terrace Green wood to New York Timesl
1t was on a Sabbath day that these "good
people'-these "good and true citizens"-
turned pensively from their Bibles and the
courts of the Lord TO engage in this "mas-
sacre of the innocents." Just week be-
fore, one of the victims was sitting in her
pleasant chamber, writing to her dearest
friend. The letter Is before me, and as IL is
interesting to see how life passed with, and
how The earth looked to, this fair young
creature, so little while before that CHASTITY
Sabbath iete which her good and gallant
townsmen wero preparing for her, will
venture to quote few passages She is
addressing her "dear Floral"
This afternoon brother and l mounted
our horses and galloped away for ride.
We len the road about five miles from
town and took to the woods, aud would
Tell you how beautiful they looked il
could. The trees are all clothed in a solt
tender ioliage-the leaves being about hal
grown. There are lsvely flowers of everyf
NplOi duh variety HOW Ill DlOODl along Inc
creek. Brother aud l disnounted and gal
loped on foot through the woods for an
hour or more. l will send you a little bou-
quet Of wild flowers that picked by the
creek, down at the fsh,lrap, on papa's
plantation. The banks there are very sleep
and high, and the stream being now much
swollen by rains, the water dashes over
the trap in a perfect cataract. The beauti-
ful yellow jessamines meet across the
stream and clasp their SOFT sweet blooms
and tendrils together; while the banks are
gommed with forget me-nots, buttercups
wild violets, dogwood and honey suckle
oh, wish you could have been with us
on our ride; then you would know how
delightful it was. 1t is getting quite late,
and I'm sleepy. Sweet papa just re-
turned from ST. Louis yesterday, and is CO.
ing to Mobile this week. He sends his
kindest regards. e. Remember me TO
your mamma with love. Your affection
ate friend NELLIE.
How pathetic is this picture of childish
enjoyment, now that the shadow of woe
full tragedy falls back upon il! how the
smell of blood kills the jesssmine odors
how the love takes hold ON death l, for
one, am resolved that that martyred girl
and her heroic little brother shall not be
forgotten until at least the sod is settled
anu nv BidSS udS sprung UP over lu0lr
graves. So 1 will make no apology for in
truding here few paragraphs frem a re-
cent letter addressed to friend in this city
by the trebly bereaved wife and mother,
who sits alone in that once happy Southern
home mourning at her peril:
DEAR: 1 am in receipt Of your kind
letter, and beg to assure you of my heart
felt thanks for your sympathy and your
high appreciation OF my loved ones. will
soon send the photograph you desire,
though our dear little girl has not had
good picture since her maturity. / will al
so send photograph of little Johnny, who
fell first in the dreadful struggle. While
he was so delicate and amiable as often TO
be laughed at by rude boys, he was brave
enough to hold the door in the face of the
mob. Amer they had shot off one hand, he
held it with the other hand, his shoulder,
and his head. His brother dragged him
lorcibly away, but he sprang back in time
to place his body before his father, in;en-
tionally TO receive the shot. He thereby
again saved his fathers life for time. 4
A nobler man, better son and brother, a
more af1ectionate husband, kinder father
than was my husband has never lived. A
brighter, more gentle aud loving little girl
than mine has never frightened any home.
A more happy or united household you
have never seen than assembled around
our hearthstone at eventide. . "a
Yours, W. VIC