Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-09-10
In the Dark valley ana Ont.
New York Star.

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The Prince ofWales lay, at sandring.
ham, apparently dying from an attack
Of malaria and typhoid fever He
caught these diseases while on q visit
ofpleasure to Lord Londesborough, near
Scarborough, a pretty watering place.
An official examination Of the sewerage
arrangements left no doubts as to the
origin of the sutferings of the Prince.
For days he had been gradually sinking.
The prayers Of the people were re-
quested by the Queen, and special ser
vices were held In all the churches. At
last the celebrated physicians in attend
ance gave up the case as hopeless, and
announced that the end was at hand.
The wife and children of the Prince were
led weeping to his bedside to take their
last farewells. Northing more could be
done, and only few more hours of life
could be expected.
In front of the country house at Sandr-
lngham the correspondents of the London
papers walked quietly up and down, in
the chilly night, waiting for the bulletin
which should inform them of the exact
moment of the princes death. Except
tor that one detail, their reports were
complete, and all but the last few
paragraphs had already been forwarded
to their Journals In the newspaper
offices the biographies Of the prince we're
locked in the "forms,' and the editorials
expressive ofthe nations grief only need
ed the closing particulars of his death
agones-a last word, perhaps, or final
incident-to be but to press.
The windows at Sandringham were
darkened. Presently the hall door open
ed noiselessly; beam of light shone
out, and one of the doctors appeared.
The correspondents grayely approached
him. Gentlemen" he said, in voice
trembling with emotion, 'there is a ray
of hope. The Prince is sleeping upon a
pillow of hope, recommended by an old
nurse. The crisis is passed. He will
not die"
In an hour afterward all England
knew the glad news. The Prince of
Wales, given up by his learned and ex-
perienced physicians, had been saved
by his own strong constitution and the
simple remedy of an old woman, whose
advice had hitherto been disdained.
Charles O'Conor, the distinguished
lawyer, was dying at Fort Washington,
from inanition. He was reduced to a
skeleton. His stomach would retain
but little food, and even that could not
nonrsh him, since his digestive powers
were so weakened by the medicines
which had been administered that they
refused to digest it and pass it into the
blood.
His DOCTORS who were among the
most eminent IN their profession. de-
clared that there was no hope for him.
AS last tribute of respect to his great
mental powers, he was told the dread
full fact that his hours Oh earth were
numbered. Being assured that the ply
sicians could do no more for him, he
courteously dismissed them, and decid-
ed to make his last struggle for life by
He declined to take any medicines,
but sent for such food and drink which
his system or his palate craved. Since
the doctors had informed the nurses that
could now injure the doomed
man, all his desires were promptly graf
flied. His obituaries were in type at all
the newspaper officer. The sorrowing
public waited for his last statesmanlike
utterances. Day after day, it was felt
that his death was only postponed till
the next night or the next morning.
AT length suspense was succeeded by
lncredulity, and incredulity by delight.
Charles OConor was not dead-he was
not going to die--he was steadily recov-
ering, A few days ago we noticed among
sur news items that he was building a
new residence at Nantucket in which to
spend future summers by the sea.
"a Southerner,' writing to the Wash
ngton Republican, calls Guiteau, "a
cancer Oh the breast of time,