| Sudden Death from Joy.—A Mrs. HUGHES, mother of a sergeant of the 13th Light Infantry, who lately arrived from India, came to Cork last night to see her son, who had spent (to her anxious) years of trial amid a savage people, and in an inhospitable climate, and returned, his heart glowing with the happy expantancy of recounting to his mother at their own fireside the many scenes of courage which he had witnessed, and how a kind Provedence brought him unscathed out of them all; but, alas, how often does disappointment mar our hopes! She sat by his side in the barrack room for a few moments, and said she expected him before. He said in a few days he would get furlough for a couple of months, which he would spend with her in Cork, but the extacy of having her son home was too much for a heart too often wrung with anguish during his absence, and now incapable of containing the measure of joy which his presence afforded, she smiled with gratification, sank back on the stool, and expired.—Cork Constitution |