Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1842-05-26

I W!te uttered IL faint Cry at his brutality, ant
IeiI oack SehSeleSs Oh The bed. he seemed Il
awake to partial sense Of his condition h
Tee!ed step or two forward, put his hand W
to his forehead, stared wildly around, ani
: men gaZlng almost vacantiy upon her. con
tlhued, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS the matter!
: Ills poor wife lay like Il corpse before him
but ii low voice from the other side of the
| bed answered, and it, tones quivered rs they
, spoke,
'Oh! mothers dead! 1t was the voice Of
his son who had stolen in, and was now sob.
ping violently as he tried TO raise her head ia
his little arms. He had been for weeks her
only nurse, and had long since learned to
act tor himself. tie bathed her temples, he
chufed her limbs, he Invoked her wildly to
awake.
Dead ! said the man, and he was sobered
at once; dead dead! he continued in a
tone at horror that chilled the blood, and nd
vancing 10 the bed side with eyes starting
from their sockets, he laid his hand upon her
marble brow, then, 0 my God have MUIR
dered her! Emily, Emily, you are not dead
say so; Oh! speak and forgive your re-
pen,an> husband and kneeling by the bed
side, he chated her white thin hand, water
ing 1t with his hot tears as he Sobbcd her
name.
Their efforts at length partially restored
ner' and the first thing she saw upon reviv-
ing, was her husband weeping by her side,
and calling her Emily! Ii was the first
time he had done so for years. 1t stirred old
memories in her heart aud called back the
Shadowy visions of years long past. She
was back in her youthful days, before ruin
had blasted her once noble husband, and
when all was joyous and bright as her own
| happy bosom. Wo, shame, poverty and
desertion, even his brutal language was for
gotten, and she only tho't of him as the lover
of her youth. Oh that moment of delight
She family threw her arms around his neck,
and sobbed there for very joy.
Can you forgive me-, Emily! I have
been brute, william, oh can you forgive
me? l have sinned as never man sinned
before, and against such an angel as YOU
Oh God annihiate me for nay guilt
'Charlcs!' said the dying woman, in a
tone so sweet and low that it hoated through
that chamber like a whisper of disembo-
died spirit, forgive you. and may God for
give you too! but oh do not embitter this
last moment by such an impious wish
The man only sobbed in reply, but his
| frame shook with the tempest Of agony with
in him.
Charles! at last continued the dying wo-
mar, Il have long wished Cor this moment,
that might say something to you about our
| little Henry
God forgive me for my wrong to him
too = murmured the repen,ant man.
I Il have much to say, and have but little
time to say it in feel that shall never see
another sum- A violent fit of coughing in
lterrupted her.
'Oh no-you must not, will not die sob
bed her husband. as he supported her sink
ing frame you'll live to save your repent
ant husband, Oh! you Willv
The tears gushcd into her eyes, but she
only shook her head. She laid her warm
HIND upon his. and continued feebly:
Might and day, for many a long year,
have prayed for this hour. and neve. even
in the darkest moment, have doubted 1t
would come for have felt that within me
which whispered that all had deserted you,
end had not; SO in the end you would at
last come back to your early feelings. Oh !
! would that it had come sooner; some happi
ness might then have been mine again in
this world; but Gods will be done. l am
weak; am failing tast; Henry, give me
| your hand
The little boy silently placed it in hers
she kissed it, and then laying it within her
husbands, continued
Here is our child, our only born when
am gone he will have none other to take care
love your own blood, and as you value a
promise to a dying wife, keep,love and cher
ish him. Oh remember he is young and
tender; it is the only thing for which would
care 10 lives; she paused and struggled to
subduc her feelings. twill you promise me,
Charles!
.Iwiil, as there is Maker over me-, I will,
sobbed the man and the fral bed against
which he leaned shook with his emotion.
And, you, Henry, you will obey your fa'
Their and be good boy :; us you love your
mother, you will!
.Oh, yes!' sobbed the little fellow, flinging
himself wildly on his mothers neck. but
mother, dear mother, what shall DO without
you ! oh don't die
This is TOO hard murmured the dying
woman, drawing her child ftcbly to. her,
Father give me strength to endure it,
| For few minutes all was still, and moth
ing broke the silence but the sObs of the ia
ther aud the boy, and the low, death.iiKe
tick Of the rain dripping thro' upon the floor.
The child was first to move. He seemed in
stinctvely to feel that giving away to his
grief panied his mother, and gently disen-
gaging himself from her, hushed his sobs,
and leaning on The bed. gazed anxious'v into
her face. Her eyes were closed, but her
lips moved as if in prayer.
'Hchry, wncrc are you id"iHJ "shcu
the dying mother.
Henry, Henry she said in a louder tone.
and then after second added, poor babe,
he doesn't hear me-.
The little fellow looked up amazed. He
knew not yet how the senses gradually fail
the dying-hc was perplexcd-the tears
courscd down his chccks-and his throat
CHECKED so that he could not speak. But he
placed his baud in his mothers aud pressed
it.