Whig Republican. [volume] (Lexington, Miss.) 1840-18??, 1840-12-24
CURE OF A HYPoCoNDRIAC.

Now, my DEAR said Mrs. Woodsum, faint
y to her husband, tthe time has come at last.
feel that am my death bed, and have
but short time to stay with you. But hope
we shall be resigned to the will of Heaven.
These things are undoubtedly all ordered for
the best--and ! would go cheerfully if it was
not for my anxiety about you and the children.
Now don't You think, my dear she contin-
ued, with increased tenderness-'dont you
think it would be best for you to be married
! again to sore kind, good woman, that would
be mother to our dear little ones. and make
your home pleasant for all of you?'
She paused and seemed to look earnestly in
his face for an answer
'Well, I've sometimes thought of late it
might be best said Mr. Woodsum with We
ry solemn air.
Then you have been thinking about it,
said Mrs. Woodsum, with very solemn con-
traction of the muscles of the face.
Why yes said Mr.. Woodsum, Il have
since since YOU have had spells of being so very
sick. 1t makes me feel dreadfuIy, but !
don't know but il might be a matter of duty.
We'll, do think it would, said Mrs Wood
sum, if you can get the right sort of per-
son. Every thing depends upon that, my dear
and hope you will be very particular about
who you get-very.'
i certainly shall, said Mr. Woodgum; don't
give yourself any uneasiness about that, my
dear, for assure you l shall be very particu
lar. The person l shall have is one of the
kindest and best women in the world.
But have you been thinking of any one in
particular, my dear!' said Mrs. woodsum.
There is one, that have thought of for a
long time past, ] should probably marry if it
should be the will of Providence to take you
from u.s.
And pray Mr.. Woodsum, who can it beg
said the wife, with expression, a little more of
earth than Of heaven returning to her eye.
Who is it, Mr. Woodsuml You haven't men
toned it to her, have you!'
oh, by no means, said Mr.. Woodsum--
but my dear we had better drop the subject,
it agitates you SO much
But Mr. Woodsum you must tell me who
/ it is, can never die in peace till you do
1t is 4 subject painful to talk about said
Mr.. Noodsum, and it don't appear to me it
will be best to call Names
But l insist upon it, said Mrs. Woodsum
who had by this time raised herself up with
great. earnestness, and leaning upon her ell
bow, while her searching glance was reading
every muscle of her husbands face. Mr..
Voodsum | insist upon it,
We'll, then said Mr.. Woodsum, with a
sigh, 'if you insist upon it, my dear, have
thought that if it should be the will of Provi-
dence to take you from US to be here no more
| have thought i should marry for my second
wife. Hannah Loveloy?
An earthly fire at once flashed from Mrs
Woodsum's eyes--she leaped from the bed
like cat, walked across the room, and seat
ed herself in chair.
WHAT said she in trembling voice almost
choked with agitation, what! marry that
sleepy slut of a Hannah Lovejoy! Mr. Wood.
sum, that is too much for flesh and blood to
bear! l can't endure that, nor won't! No!
that's what never should, never shall be. Sc
you may 60 to your ploughiug, Mr. Woodsum
and set your heart at rest--Susan,' she con-
tinued, turning to one Of the girls, make up
more fire under the dinner pot
Mr.. Woodsum went to the field and pursued
j his work, and when he returned at the dinner
hour, he found the family dinner well prepared
and his wife prepared to 90 the honors of the
table. 5Irs. Woodsum's health from that
day continued to improve, and she was never
afterwards visited by the terrible affection Of
the hypochondriac.
A SKETcH.--She stood alone. The shift
ting cloud passed by, and in the noisy mart
full many dscerd rung upon her ear. She
+ needed not. Far down the street her anxiou.
gaze was bent. With bosom heaving, ant
with eyes where blent passion and pity--lovt
and mighty grief--she, a bright statue, looked
Niobe like! Why fled the color from that mar
bic cheek? Why were the lips of that volup
tueus mouth now parted, as in suffering. ant
anon the line of the Transparent teeth glenra
ing like strip of frostwork or a bed cf roses.
Her delicate hands, far neater with theil
iower-stalk fingers, than. e'er the chisel 0
Canoya fashioned, were. crossed upon her hos
ON All. bosom whittier, though warlne
than the Parian marble! She stood as if en-
tranced. Some silent sorrow. seemed sinking
IN hor heart e y nl,1fnuef settles in tho co..,