Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1840-10-16

for the loved ones she is lcaving-or, she is
mourning the recent loss Of some dear rcla-
%tive--it may DO a Observation-Disclosures.
At length 1 vcntured to ask the cause of
her sadness and grief, hoping that l 4 might be
able to impart some consolation. All! |
had conIccturcd rightly. Her voice faltcrcd
as she replied, III am a widow" At
the same time she gave me another implor-
ing look. y, such a look 1t was sorrow
mantlcd in grief. Had I dared, | would
have kissed away the big tear that rolled
down her check. Yes, the cruel winds Of
heaven, and the waves Of Ontario, had
opened "A grave for her husband. Here she
gave me a brief history of his fate. The
bare mention of the little cottage beneath
the willows shade told that Lucrctia was
before nc.
She had lived with tho companion of her
Joys bat a few short weeks. His employ
mcnt was upon the seas, and he was Que of
Ncptune's bravcst sons; he delighted to ride
upon the mountain wave, and smiled at the
storm. But now the heavens were gather.
ing blackncss-a blackncss of unwontcd
gloom. Clouds of dense darkness were
rapidly hurled in different directions, and
the dismal roar of distant winds forctold IN
approaching storm.
His proud ship was on the wave, her ban
ncr gaily floating on the breeze. Night
came on-tlic last night-thc night of death.
The storm ragged with undated fury. On
an island half covered with water, his frail
bark was shattered that night. That nigh,
brave William and his crew found a watery
grave. His dead body was washed ashore
and d%cccntly buried. But no tear of gricl
was thcre-it was IA strangers grave. The
little group of spectators that had gathered
around, were indulging in cold conjecture
who the stranger might be. lis he a father {!
says onc;'O his children is llca husband!
says another; 20 who will bear the sad in.
tclligcncu to his wife = The last turf wa.
Jus, placed upon the tomb-thc company
were aboutto turn away, when a female, will
a rapid step and anxious look, approached
the spot. The size, the dress, were accu.
ratcly described to her. 1t was enough; !
reached her hcart-and floods of tears tolt
indeed that he was her husband. The gray,
, was quickly opened, that she might be in
dulycd with the last look of all that was dea
to her on earth. yes, it is, my W dea
husband! she exclaimed, and sank upon In,
earth. She had heard of the wreck, an,
: through stormy winds and a rugged wa,
she had FASTENED to the shore hoping to fin,
him yet alive, possibly clinging to som
broken fragment Of the vessel; but that hop
was in vain. o, yc cruel winds how man.
tears have yc caused to flow, and hearts t
bleed. Even now, in your dismal roar me
, thinks | hear the wild cry, the expiring groal
of some loved one, whom yc arc making ii,
t sport Of your cruel rage and relentless fury.
She was commended to the God of tn
widow, who will soon command the cart
and the sea to yield up the dead. When tn
long lost husband, over whom a thousand sea
have rolled, shall be restored, the father an
child shall again be greeted with the smile
of immortal youth; where kindred spirit
shall rc-uni,e; where no storms shall ever rise
and where the check Of Immortality sl,a
never be drenclcd with tho gushing tears c
anguish.