The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1846-05-02

Tue lduy laY uoWn WIN nVI uthNllul UHuy
on her Bosom, Her heart was full of pray
er though her voice was hushol, lest she
should distNtb the slumber that was steal.
ing over the child lis calmrogu'ar breathing
was music to her ear, tho smiles that
broke Ike CLEANS of shunshIne, on its
sweet, sleeping face soolhel her, and stole
into her thoughts. Full of faith and hope,
she commended that precious one te the
CAFE Of her Saviour, and when so ne strog
ling wish would arise, that she might have
lived 10 protect and cherish it, still she
could say in snceriy,'ln Him is my trust
Long past midnight, the old nurse was
awakened from deep sleep by has'y
step advancing across the apartment 1t
was The lold of EImwood, who thus taldily
Ibis evenings amusement being concln
ded-auswercd his summons.
Il am here Elcanor;'he said, withdraw
inglhc curtain; why dfl you send for
mc2 NJ voice rephed;'nd he moved The
lamp so os to throw It's lishton the bed,
Tte sight that met his eyes touched e.
ven him. The lady his wife dead; on
her bosom, It's rosy cheek touching her
cod lips, its round arm thrown about
her neck, lay her rn(aut in lis calm,
.hoppy sleep He bent over them-gaz-
ed.upon that faded form, now awful in
its stiIlness, and on that joyful infant so
full Of life aud happiness. lie remem'
bered, as he looked on the dead, her pa
tience, her humility, her unTalIIog sub,
mission 10 his capricious will; be re-
membered loo what life Of solitude he
had condemned her,and then he though
Of her as she was when he first saw her
end when those eyes looked lovingly
upon him, Oaly few hours ago, she
was eyeU as his slave, trembling at his
word, obedien, 10 his will. Now per.
haps, she was pleading her cause sgains
him before The throne Of god Oh, ii
he had but cotoe earlier! if he only
could have lard one word Of fovgiv
ness from those lips, which, in Their
silence seemed ye, 10 whisper that hi
had been a murderer!
lie turned away. Take the child,
he said, hoarsely. 'Take it way from
here she is dead He left the room
The nursa followed, aud put a paper il
mis- hand:
-.- .~N'y .o"s's---"~ o.
ere pe gone, she sald.
He lhras, ii into his bosom, and hun
ried into hisstudy, where having careful
~ closed the door he again drew it fort
and begon 10 read. 1t was a short lie,
ter, dated but two days back.
Something | mus, say 10 you;'-s,
il was Notwithstanding must So,
of oil the thoughts that now, IN my la,
hours, crowd upon my brain. have nj
friend 10 sit beside my death bed, AM
listen 10 my last words; no friend to e
with me 10 the threshold of The grave
and uphold me when my faith iallers.
'Alone and uncared for, | wait death
sometimes full Of fear, sometimes eager
ly looking for iis coming For years
lave had no other friend but my Coz
he alone has heard The voice of my sor
VOWS, and he alone is with me now.
90 not fear word of reproach from
me. My short life has been a sad one
bu! it 10 10 you owe The only dream oI
gladness that has cheered il. For those
few months, during which | believed,
was deHr 10 you, ! was perfectly happy
4 know my belief was in vain, but d,
not blame you. Our love is not ou
own 10 give and take back as we will
at is strange, that though years have
passed since | was eiVed-yeaI!
in which you have repulsed all my ef
forts TO win your confidence, and to b,
TO you even but companion, wher
others flled you, yet now, all HAT ION,
interval Of g'ioG i0 forgotten; and every
kind word you spoke in that hOppe
time seems sounding in my ear onc'
more.
bat why do j say this 10 yo,s Thos