He is now among the blessed. My Charley--
my beautiful, loving, gladsome baby, so loving, so sweet, so full of
life and hope and strength--now lies shrouded, pale and cold, in the
room below. Never was he anything to me but a comfort. He has been my
pride and joy. Many a heartache has he cured for me. Many an anxious
night have I held him to my bosom and felt the sorrow and loneliness
pass out of me with the touch of his little warm hands. Yet I have
just seen him in his death agony, looked on his imploring face when I
could not help nor soothe nor do one thing, not one, to mitigate his
cruel suffering, do nothing but pray in my anguish that he might die
soon. I write as though there were no sorrow like my sorrow, yet there
has been in this city, as in the land of Egypt, scarce a house without
its dead. This heart-break, this anguish, has been everywhere, and
when it will end God alone knows. With this severest blow of all, the
long years of trial and suffering in the West practically end; for in
September, 1849, Professor Stowe returned from Brattleboro', and at
the same time received a call to the Collins Professorship at Bowdoin
College, in Brunswick, Maine, that he decided to accept.
CHAPTER VI.
REMOVAL TO BRUNSWICK, 1850-1852.
MRS. STOWE'S REMARKS ON WRITING AND UNDERSTANDING BIOGRAPHY.--THEIR
APPROPRIATENESS TO HER OWN BIOGRAPHY.--REASONS FOR PROFESSOR STOWE'S
LEAVING CINCINNATI.
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