, 1842-06-04

0". o'"s anu YOU! OOiie,
don't 60 to whining, l say but as his
wife uttered a faint cry at his brutal.
ty, and fell back senseIess on the bed.
he seemed to awaken to a partial
sense OF his condition, he reeled a
step or two forward, put his hand up
TO his forehead, stared wildly around,
and then gazing almost v%acantly upon
her, continued, OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
the matterr
His poor wife lay like a corpse be-
fore him, but a low voice from the
other side Of the bed answered, and
lis tones q%uivered as they spoke.
'Oh! mothers deadr 1t was the
voice of his son who had stolen in.
and was now sobbing violently rs he
tried to raise her head in his little
arms. He had been for weeks her
only nurse, and had long since learn
ed 10 act for himself. He ba,hed her
temples, he chafed her limbs. he in.
voked her wildly to awake.
'Dead! said the man, and he was
sobered at once-'dead. dead he
continued, in Il tone of horror that
chilled the blood, and advancing to
the bedside. with eyes starting from
their sockets, he LAID his hand upon
her marble brow. 'then. oh, my God!
| have murdered her! Emily, Emily.
yon are not dead, saw So, oh! speak
and forgive your repentant husband.
and kneeling by the bedside, he chat.
ed her white, thin hand, watering it
with his hot tears as he sobbed her
name.
Their efforts at length partially re-
stored her, and the first thing she saw
upon revlving was her husband weep
my by her side, and calling her Emf
1t was the first tine he had
done so for years. 1t stirred old
in her heart, and called
back the shadowy visions of wears
long past. She was back in their
youthful days, before ruin had blasted
her once noble husband, and when all
joyous and bright as her "
bosom. Woe, shame, poverty.
deSertion, even his brutal language
was forgotten, and she only thought
of Him as the lover OF her YOUTH
Oh! that moment of delight! She
threw her aims around his
neck, and sobbcd there for very JOY.
Gan you forgive me, Emily! ]
have been 4 brute, a vil!ain-oh! can
YOU iorgi.e me? have sInned as
never mar sinned before, and against
such an angel as you. Oh. God. an
initiate M for my guilt
.Charles!' said the dying woman in
a ,one so sweet and low that it float
ed thro' the chamber like the whisper
of 4 discmbodied spirit-I forgive
vou. and may God forgive YOU too
but oh! do not embitter this last mo-
mcnt by such an impious wish.
The man only sobbed in reply. but
his frame shook with the tempest OF
agony within him.
Charles ut last continued the dy-
ing woman, Il have long wished for
this moment, that | might say some
thing TO YOU about our little Henry
God forgive me for my wrongs to
him too! murmured the repen,ant
man.
q have much to say, and have but
time to say it in, | feel that |
shall never see another SUM- A vio-
lent fit of coughing interrupted her.
'Oh! no, you must not, will not die,
sobbed her husband, a he supported
her sinking frame, 'youll live to save
your repen,ant husband. On! you
The tears gushed into her eyes.
but she only shook her head. She
laid her wan hand on his and continu-
ed feebly.
Night and day for many a long
wear have ! prayed for this hour, and
never, ever in the darkest moment,
have | doubted it would come-for
have felt that within me which whis-
pered that as all had deserted you and
| had not, so in the end you would at
last come back TO your early feelings.
Oh! would it had come sooner: some
happiness then might have been mine
again in this world-but Ged's will
be done! | am weak-I feel ] am
fast-Henry give me your
hand.
The little boy silently placed it in
hers, she kissed it, and then laying
within her husbands continued
sHere is our child--our only born
when l am gone he will have none
to take care of him but you, and as
God is above, as you love your own
blood, and as you value a promise to
a diving wife. keen. love. cherish him.