The Daily telegraph., 1886-05-04
THE DEATH OF ssLlrTLE NUGGET

from Mrs. j. w. CraWIoru, at fOrt
Craig, asking If the paper will mention
the fact that her little daughter, May
Cody, is dead. Knowing how Cap
Jack was wrapped up in the little Que,
and feeling how the mothers heart
must bleed at such an irreparable.
loss, the writer performs the duty with
pleasure, 80 far as the mere work of
doing the good people kindness is
concerned, and with the most heartfelt
sorrow in realizing that such a task
must be done. The little child died at
the home Of her parents at Fort Craig,
N. NJ, on the 4th inst. She Was, as
near as the writer can remember, about
four years of age, just becoming so inc
teresting and dear to her parents, that
it is like drawing the immovable veil
of sorrow over their lives to lose her
by the hand of death. Her face was
as bright as the notes of a mountain
bird. She impressed the stranger at
once as most remarkable child. Her
love for Jack Crawford, the Poet Scout
and indulgent father, approached woI-,
ship, and she was endowed WITH all
the romantic feelings, the poetry Of
soul, and the love of the beautiful iu
nature, that has made Jack famous
before the world. May the mothers
heart take consolation in the hope that
remains; that God gave and that in
His wisdom he has taken her darling
away. 1t is, after all, something to
live for and something to die for.
The following lines were written by
the heart broken father in the East di
rectly after lecturing to large crowd,
and returning to hotel, happy that he
was making money with which to
educate his little girl,
II want to write papa letter
Before do into my bed,
And then Baby May will feel better.
Idust dot a pain in my head;
And then I will pay tor him, mamma,
That bod will watch over him, too,
I'll pay for dear sister and brother
And mamma Iwon't fordet you."
And so my sweet angel, our Nugget,
Said "Mama put this one inside
And send it with yours to dear papa,
For obi do love him." she cried.
And so, after prayers, she was sleeping
While the fever was standing apace,
And her mother was watching and weeping
When she looked on her hot, fevered face
God help us to bear It'll Our darling
Is free frem all sorrow tonight,
Her soul is at rest with the angels,
Her form will be soon out of sight.
Her bright eyes will never more glisten
With the love light that filled us with JOY
We know she is happy forever
Where fevels can never destroy.
1t is hard to be absent while baby
Is lying so peacefully and still.
Awaiting the coming tomorrow
Ere they lay her away meath the hill;
The great bonndless prairies between us
Where my angel has fallen asleep;
I can only ask God to sustain me,
can only bow low down and weep.
God help me and God help her mother,
Her grief must be crushed indeed;
And God help her sister and brother,
Since hearts that so loved her must bleed
And mine reaches out DER the prarie
In sad and solemn refrain,
When think shall never behold her,
And ne'er kiss her sweet lips again.
Those lips that oft isped in the evening.
A Joy song that sank in my breast.
That voice with the music and laughter
That lulled my tired senses to rest,
That face that was full of affection,
Thosa soft dimnled hands which she