A ROMANCE I'M REAL. LIFE
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Mrs. Childs letters from New York, which
have lately been published by Wiley & Put
nam, contain some very interesting reminis-
cences, among which we find the following
very curious incident which occurred in the
family of the authoress, while the yellow fever
was raging in this city.-N. e. Wash.


"One of my fathers brothers, residing in
Boston at that time, became victim to the
pestilence. When the first symptoms appear
ed, his wife sent the children into the country
and herself remained to attend upon him. He,
friends warned her against such rashness
They told her it would be death to her, ant
no benefit to him; for he would soon be too
ill to know who attended upon him. These
arguments made no impression upon her affec
tionate heart. She felt that it would be life
long satisfaction to her to know who attended
upon him, if he did not She accordingly staid
and watched him with unremitting care. This
however, did not avail to save him. He grew
worse and worse, and finally died. Those VIII
went round with the death carts visited th
chamber, and seen that the end was near
They now came to take the body. His wifi
refused to let the body go. She told me tina
she never knew how to account for it, TO
though he was perfectly cold and rigid, and t
every appearance quite dead, there was |