The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844: Volume 23, Number 6 — John Shaqi
The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844: Volume 23, Number 6Various
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The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844: Volume 23, Number 6
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Every hour she became worse; her sufferings were intensely painful; and to
shorten the recital of the sad scene of that night, I will only add, that
the horrid disease showed itself on her person before midnight, and at
break of day her spirit fled. Of course my mind now prepared for death. I
felt confident that I also should soon be a victim to the plague. Early in
the morning I called a passing priest and had the widow's remains conveyed
to their last abode--I knew not where. I had no place to fly to; every
door would be closed against me; and I retired to my apartment, feeling
that I was stepping into my tomb while yet alive. There I was not long
kept in suspense, for soon the plague attacked first Petraki then myself.
When giddiness, the first symptom of the plague, seized me, and I could no
longer stand, but fell despairingly on my bed, what were my feelings! But
let me not recall them _now_; the mental agony which I suffered it is
impossible to describe, and I shudder at the recollection. Aleukâ attended
upon me and her brother with all the tenderness and care and forgetfulness
of self which is so characteristic of the female character. I begged her
to leave me to die alone, to place water by my side and depart, but she
would not hear of it.
The first night after his attack Petraki expired, and on the following
morning was borne away; and I have an indistinct recollection of being
visited on the evening of the same day by the priest and porters. They
endeavored to prevail upon Aleukâ to desert me, saying that in a few hours
I would cease to exist. But she constantly refused, determined she
replied, to remain by my side until my sufferings were ended.
* * * * *
For several days I was delirious. I remember I knew of nothing; nothing
but water passed my lips. Sores broke out over my body, and those on my
groins and arm-pits were not closed for some months. My neck however was
free, and this no doubt saved my life. On the seventh day I regained my
senses, and found myself in my apartment, the wasted figure of my guardian
angel still watching over me. I remember, on perceiving in me a favorable
change, how her countenance was lit up with joy! Oh, Friendship! how
seldom are you found with the sincerity which I then beheld in an humble
and uneducated girl! Just when I thought all my prospects in life were
blighted; when I had keenly felt the unkindness of mankind, and despaired
of ever again finding any thing in this world worth living for; when I had
already bidden it farewell, and the other world was full in view; I found
what alone can make life delightful even in poverty and
misfortune--friendship and love. Soon the violence of the disease abated,
and I was saved.
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