Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1845-12-24

DAY, DECEMBER "a, l845.
masbroken by the sobs ofthe poor old
mar, watching with a parents love tor
4he Slightest ray Of hope; but as the
gray dawn appeared, poor Lucy gave
Esbsile signs of returning life, and at last
jSI1e murmured forth some indistnct
orls. Having again successfully ad.
I a 1isiered some further 5restora,lves, !
81 Der tothe care of her nurse, enjoin,
Il perfect qpietude, and promising to
fEsek her again in Two hours. As-l APP
sacbed her chamber, the full, rich,f
s.,ase elssv tenesaof female voice bufs'
upon my ear, now swelling to it's fullest
compass, now dying on my entranced
senses with an unearthIy sweetness.
Oh! never had heard so wild, so sweet
strain. The words-for as drew
near I could distinguish them-were
these:-
.'They bid me forget thee, they tell me that now
The grave damp is staining that beautiful brow;
But thy gay laugh returns in the silence Of Sleep
And start from my slumbers to listen and weep"
"Doctor, doctor" eagerly exclaimed
the father as | gently opened the door,
"thcre is hope-l see, | feel there is
hope-for she weeps."
And so it was; her own sad sweet
melody had opened the Aoodgates OF
her grief, and she wept long and vlo-
lentIy; indeed, SO unrestralned was her
emotion, that dreaded its effect on her
= delicate frame.
> "Father! dear falherr' she at last said,
y in a low, faint voice, come here, closer,
;, vet closer. Where am !, father! not
q in nv loved home! Father! dear faith
er tell me" ;.
The old man struggled to repress his
Il emotion Qor whispered: "Be calm
n for Gods sake be calm any exci,emen
e. might destroy her,') and said
If "You are with your friends, dearest
S with those who love and cherish you
m compose yourself, my own one. Yo'
n have been i'll, very i'll; but the Almight.
r. has heard my prayers, and restore'
" you TO me-"
W "Oh, father! have had tearlu
e. dream. Thought it was my bridal day
o. o. and leaning on your arm, stood Dc
nd fore the alter. Charles, too, was ther
er and when l gave him my hand, he W;
n cold, icv cold, and when he should ha'
ng spoken, his lips were motionless; an
* *, there, standing by his side, was skel'
IN ton form, which wound his arms aroun
lat him and bore him from me. Oh
oe fearful was it that now, even now,
eel can scarcely doubt its dreadful reality
no AT that moment her eye fell on HI
am strange attire-the black veil falling
laa folds over her snowy dress, and Il
attn bridal token gIittering on her finger
then. with a piercing shrek, whl
VS. rose higher and higher till it ended
ing the veil of maniac, she fell sensele
ate in the out stretched arms of her talh'
cd Life was indeed extinct, and her pu
RES les shirt had taken its everlasting fig
d'y the silver cord which had been nIgt
Vef strung had snapped in twain, and
'oh' !m Widowed Bride lay motlonless a
m ane dead.
ece Would that l had been spared
10" SIGHT Of that old mans grief; there
knelt. supporting the lfeless form oil
onIv child. His whole frame she
with emotion, and the cold drops
agony burst forth from every pore;
"My child, my child?' at length
groaned; "my pride, my ", Joy, yy,.u';eI1 the or'
true, would that had died for tt
nv child, my child?'
His voice grew fainter and fam
his grasp grew less firm, and his e
became fixed. Hooked, | he was df
Yes, they who loved so we'll and II
in life, in death were not sePara
They sleep together in the family v
in - church, and this lnscrlptltoI
lone marks her monument-"Ihe "
1llIul owed Bride"