took the alarm, and forbade steamboats from New York to land their passengers.
This behavior was considered very cold-blooded, and gave rise to the conundrum: “Why is it impossible for Newporters to take the cholera?
Answer: Because they have no bowels.”
was at Newport
with the Wards and Francises, and trembled for her only son. She implored him to “flee while it was yet day.”
“My most precious son,” she cried, “oh, come out from thence!
I entreat you; linger not within its walls, as Lot would have done, but for the friendly angels that drew him perforce from it!”
The missionary stood firm at his post, and though exhausted by his labors, came safe through the ordeal.
But Colonel Ward
, who had not thought fit to flee the enemy,--it was not his habit to flee enemies, -was stricken with the pestilence, and died in New York City, August 16.
His death was a grievous blow to Mr. Ward
Not only had he lost a loving and beloved father, but he had no assurance of the orthodoxy of that father's religious opinions.
was thought in the family to be of a philosophizing, if not actually sceptical, turn of mind; it might be that he was not “safe” ! Years after, Mr. Ward
of the anguish he suffered from this uncertainty.
It is with No. 16 Bond Street that we chiefly associate the sprightly figure of “Grandma Cutler
,” who was a frequent visitor there.
The affection between Mr. Ward
and his mother-in-law was warm and lively.
They had a “little language” of their own, and she