Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-12-06

daily occurrence. which search the deepest
( reCrSSes of human souls. 4 record of acci-
dents in any large Ohio city for one year
would make a chapter before The horrors of
which. tn" toT1urr> of the inquisitiOn would
pale tu in>i-nhcance. Take the death of
Frank Seaman. the q. ). conductor, last
Week. The world calls il a railroad acCi-
dent, ami forget> il in day. FOR new acci-
dents. with fr,.~'I victims: and Vet the death
of this Young II IN was one Of the most hor-
rihlc that can te imagined. Well and happy
he Is stepping carelessly from one car 10 an
other: he steps on piece OF cOal-an lnSlg-
nticani little chunk of black mineral. which
you could send spinning hundred feet with
a tap of your foot, and yet in this
peculiar position As fatal aS twO-edged
SwOrd-an awful wave OF sickening terror
sweeps through his tingling Nerves, and he
is falling beneath the pitlc>> wheels. One
terrible paruNN>m OF pain as the wheels
crunch through the Qulyering flesh. and he
finds himself lying on the track with only
enough life left to suffer. He shouts madly
for help. The roar OF the wheels drown
his weak cries. Besides, who is Ia know
that he ha, fallen? No one saw the acci-
dent. and none can help him. With the
despair at Il lost soul. he sees the twinhilng
lights ot the CabOoSe vanishing up the
track. and hears the rush OF the wheels
growing fainter. The last CLEAN OF light
| has faded: the last hum of the wheels has
died away: the wretched man lies helpless
alone with the murky darkness of De
cember night There is not a star in the
| skv: the heavens stretch over him like a
| pail. suggesting the pail of the grave.
which will soon enfOld him. There is no
| - = Ia,
! can picture the horror of such a scene.
! The sufferer says to himself But few
minutes since | WAS living. breathing
man, with high hopes and fond aspirations,
and now lie here. torn and shattered"
| In the two awful hours he lay there
bathed in his own blood. in the cold De
cember air, before his comrades missed
him. and came hunting him. who shall
picture this mans thoughts. He lives his
whole life over again. the sports OF bOyisi
hours. the prayers at a mothers knee. the
iirSt fond aspirations of boyhood. the dawn
of early manhood, happy days Of court
ship. the day when he led home happy
bride the Joy Of watching three innocent
children grow up under his fostering care,
the thought that he must gasp forth hi
life far away from home and all human
| sympathy. and in a few hours leave hi,
wife and children Ia the mercies OF colo
world-all this is present; all this is mad
denng. After two long h0urS-tw0 life
times to him-thrre is the CLEAN of a Ian
tern. He hears a murmer OF human voice
and rNclamafionS "f horror when they fln'
him. He feels himself borne 10 the train
then there is a room. a bed. the voice of
physician in >ottened tone, there is II
mure-tht rest i silence. Can the pages o
romance show a more tragic death?
IN THE LOCAL WORLD OF Music
there i little happening Of importance. am
the interest principally center> on the al
preaching performance of HFndeEs Subllm
oratorio the Messiah. during the holidays
, The rendition will probably be the hes
, ever given here. The chorus will c0nsis
of the members of the Springfield orpheu
Society increased by singers from Dayto
and other ReIghhOring cities. The solo
will be rendered by quartette Of eminen
soloi>t> from abroad, including ID. VI. Bat
cock. the great Boston basS0. The OrcheS
. ira will consist Of twenty musician
/ made up from the best taler