Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-09-09

through me. clutched hat 'or. Don't
say that; don't tell mo my Pollie won I
get WE'LL She honly tore 'erself haway,
saying;
Let 'er die! let 'er diel
Words fail me to describe the mis-
cry hov those moments for 1 'ad been
'eld up by an 'ope that there might be
a turn for the better; but the unkind-
ness of this hold lady, wen 'ad gone
to 'er for sympathy, halmost unsettled
me. If 'ad honly known at the time
wat afterward learned from the Cap
tain, should not minded er actions.
i learned she 'ad lost 'er honly daughter
and hat times 'er mind was deranged
so Ter sons were travelling with 'er in
'opes that new scenes hand new faces
would cause 'er to forget 'er trouble.
"Be sure we 'ad no lack o. friends
wen tho passengers learned of our
trouble, and wen my poor Polite. still
gone ware she would never thirst
again"
BY this time we were both crying. AS
for myself | was almost sobbing for the
dead babe whose years would have out.
huiluCltu llluc, nlu Sllc DBbn nNlng, SO
it was some moments before Mrs. Hims-
worth proceeded.
"Has | was saving, hat this time o.
distress we 'ad no lack o. kind friends,
hand one motherly body took full charge
o my baby, hand each seemed to vie
with the hother hin doing little acts o.
kindness TO us.
"After my Pollie 'ad been dressed in
her last earthly garments, | would fain
ave kept 'er beside me, but they said,
for fear o. contagion it was thought best
to remove 'er. Then | went oil hinto a
swoon-like, hand was unconscious for
several hours. But when was myself
again, / would ave them bring my Pol.
lie to me. then | learned wat my 'us.
band already knew, that my Pollie, with
n blanket strapped about er little body,
'ad been buried hin the sea. 'Er grave
was the hocean Oh, ma am! tis 'ard
for Il mother to lose 'er child, but who
can describe the agony of mother wen
er child is lowered into deep waters
There seems no rest in such ha grave.
hoften fancicd / could see my poor
Polite going down, down, in 'er grave,
hand again 'uge sea monsters would be
urrying towards 'er to make 'er their
prey. 1t is some satisfaction to poor,
bereaved mother to sit hand weep hover
the little mound above 'er child, wilst
she lovingly presses sweet flowers above
the little form, hand if she waters them
with 'er tears it's some relief to er.
But that was denied me. After losing
my Polite the waves seemed to me, es.
pecially hif the hocean was calm, like
graves. Before we landed hat New
Orleans baby died with scarlet fever,
and was doomed to the same watery
grave. Leaving England with two dear
children, we landed in thaUnited States
childless.
ave were coming to l., hand
has there was no railroad from New
York we came from England hall the
way by water, coming hup the Missis-
sippi from New Orleans. A long,
tedious journey hit proved to hus.
Halter my first distraction hov mind
hat losing my children, settled hnto
an Indifferent state O. mind, caring for
naught. l felt that the good Lord ad
seen was not fit to take care o is
lambs, hand ad taken 'em 'ome. /
would SIT for hours, taking no notice
whatever O. wot was passing, honly
thinking O. my misery. If L could "a
only cried, it would "a been some re-
lief to my burdened, troubled soul, but
instead, | could honly carry my weight
o woe. 'As thou wilt was always my
hanswer wen asked anything. L 'ad
no choice O my own. Wen the boat
neared town along the river the pas
sengers Railways were hon the lookout
to see hit, but | would never stir from
my seat, hif were hin the cabin. One
town was all the same to me as another
Some times my 'usband would say:
"Come, wife, 'ere's fine town you
should not miss the sight how" AS
thou wilt | would say, but could see
nothing worth looking hat, and would
soon 90 back to my seat halone. Some
times made sure | card my Pollie's
voice saving:
Daddy, please give poor Pollie ha
drink o water
"Hat such times the burden that lay
hupon me seemed greater nor l could
bear. As my 'usband 'ad sister in
L people soon know o our trouble
and we then learned wat Western hos
pitality was. 'Ad we been at 'ome in
hold England we could ave found no
better friends nor truer sympathy. One
family especially, by the name of Ellie,
proved such friends that thirty-five
years O. friendship ave been overs.
"Wen we went to chapel, and the
preacher--as they called 'im-prayed
for the dear brother hand sister, from
hover the water, strangers hand child
less hin new country, that the kind
Heavenly Father would send Is COM
forter to speak peace to their troubled
souls, broke down entirely. For the
first time hin many weeks | wept, hand
l think those tears saved me my rea-
son, tor found, halter that time. that
L was more like myself.
mot that forgot my trouble. But
l began to show some hinterest in
things around me. AS for my babe,
'ad nothing hon my conscience wen
thought o. i'm. But the years ave
come and the years ave gone and still
sometimes wen the wind blows with a
keen, shrill sound, fancy ear my
Pollie's voice calling, Daddy, please
give poor Pollie ha drink O. water"
"But," said she, 81 must be moving
halong, for my boys'll wonder watever
become O. their mother; for my boys
are great mother boys. 'Ow many
ave LIP Four has fine lads has ever
stepped" and she added, with proud,
motherly smile that seemed like a
bright rainbow after Il storm, "my boys
think they ave the most patient mother
they hever see, and [ 'ope they're right. "
Do you wonder, as | opened the gate
leading to Irving Cottage, and the twins
ioyfully ran to meet me, that my arms
clasped them so tightly that they cried
out simultaneously: why, mamma,
you hurts!"-- HomanS Journal.