The Hancock Jeffersonian

to this city from the old country:

HORRIBLE!!!
A young immigrant named Christian Notting fell and landed at Milwaukee, with little money in his pocket, but with a heart full of energy and determination. Being a very good machinist, he very soon found employment in one of the works in the South Side, and, of a saving disposition, he soon found that he was on a fair way to open a bank account of his own. Out of his first earnings he purchased a small lot in the eighth ward, and this spring had completed thereon a small house, his employer, admiring his steady and industrious habits, assisting him materially.
Before leaving the old country, Christian had "plighted his troth" with a fair haired girl, and they had parted, when he set sail, with the assurance on his part that as soon as circumstances would permit he would return or send for her, that their destinies might be united in this new world.
During the last season, Christian, finding himself in a position to fulfill his vows, sent a draft to the girl and a letter, promising to meet her in New York, and that there they would be married, and she be escorted to her new home.
From the letter which the young girl wrote in reply, it was evident she was overjoyed at the good news. She soon made the necessary preparations, and with a light heart set sail. She arrived in due season at New York, but, contrary to expectation, found no Christian in waiting for her. The funds remitted to her had been little more than enough to enable her to reach New York, and she found herself in that great city nearly penniless, speaking no English, and of a timid disposition.
At the depot Officer Strong saw her standing on the platform, and knowing not which way to move. Securing an interpreter, he soon learned her story, and learned that Christian boarded at the house of a German in the Fifth Ward. The girl looked so sweetly and sorrowful that the officer took a carriage and took her to the house which the girl entered with strange feelings. The lady of the house was a kind hearted, motherly woman, who had a fearful task to perform, and she told the girl as tenderly as she could that Christian had looked to the day when he should set out for New York to meet his bride, with all the anxiety of a child. He made every preparation to go. The very night before he was to go he was taken sick, and never left his bed until he was taken to the cemetery. It was a sad stroke to the poor girl, after her hopes and expectations, to be crushed by such a blow. All that night she wept and mourned and would not be comforted. All the efforts of those would-be friends to soothe her were unavailing.
On Sunday morning, with a lady of the house, she went to the cemetery and was shown the grave of him whom she had so loved, and throwing herself upon it, she wept, and wept as if it would seem her very heart would break. She desired to be left alone in that city of the dead, promising to return home soon, but not returning after dinner, the lady again visited the cemetery. She found the nearly broken hearted girl still prostrate upon the grave, paying no heed to the cold, and chanting in low and sad tones a lament. It required force to drag her away from the grave, and with eyes filled with tears the poor girl begged and pleaded that she might remain and die thus near to him, so low in the grave, whose memory she loved. It is fortunate the poor girl found friends who will care for her, else hers would be a hard lot, indeed, after such sorrows. She will be taken care of and no effort be spared to divert her mind from the sad object upon which it would seem now so irrevocably fixed, and to bring her back to the real life and cares of the world.