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Show THE TIRE DEMON AT LARGE. It has often been our misfortune to chronicle disasters su;h as cause the blood to flow coldly through the veins and the heart tor a time to cease its pulsations; to record wrecks on the sea and havocs on the land; buc never has it been our painful duty to recite a talc more full of natural horror,' of heartrending calamity, and of general distress, than is contained in the tele-graphic tele-graphic report of that dreadful fire at Kenooha, Wisconsin. Nothing within tne imaginative scope of mental action ac-tion can conceive of a spectacle more ghastly, more superabundantly full, of terriblo and deadly anguish ! A helpless help-less mother at the widow, an infant in her arms, and three other children crying around her, "while her screams . of torture and implorations for succor are stifled by the damnable chuckle oi the infernal fire-fiend ! Men, momen and children suffocated, their attempts . to escape frustrated at every point, choked and dying, are grasped by the burning hand of the destroyer, and mingle together in one common death on that awful funeral-pyre ! For the exertions of that noble man, t'apt. Everett, to rescue the inmates of the building, when fainter hearts dared not let such a thought enter their minds, the language of humanity furnishes nothing adequate to do it justice. Let his name be forever enshrined en-shrined in the hearts of all who love nature's true nobility a brave man 1 |
