Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-03-11

will maybe see her corpse--she is as bad
y as that tell him.
"When ] went back into the room, there
was the poor thing sitting up in bed all in a
cold sweat and shivcring fit. She had heard
every word we said, and one fainting fit ac.
ter another took her, and all the time could
hear Thomas's voice growing down in the
house-place and it was all that Michael and
father could do to keep him down stairs
When the shiycring and fainting had
left her, | could Only keep life in her with
brandy and water, and every now and then
the cough seized her, and sure, / thought
she would have died In the evening she
grew easier, and thought She dozed lit
tic, for she lay quite still and then, in the
dusk hour, she called me to her bedside. ]
shall never forget the angelic look of her
lace at that time.
90 Sister, said she, there arc seasons
when great deal is learned in short time,
and now see things differently to what ]
did. 1t is, [ believe, my duty to see Thorn
as--a hard duty but which | will not shrink
from and ] feel that God will give me
strength to go through my trial. blessed be
his name You may tell my husband that
would bid him farewell before we part in
this world for cycrp
How those words of hers went to my
heart! | saw that she was right, and kis-
sed her and told her so.
She asked me to stay with her, and
promised that | would and then | went
down stairs and fetched him up.
He stood beside the bed and hastily
pulling aside the curtain, asked her how she
dared leave his house.
"'Thomas,' returned she, looking calm
ly at him, do not make my last hour It Bit
ter one! ] would fain part in peace and
here's my hand in token of it Fare-ye-
well, Thomas, and forgive me all my faults
and all my shortcomings, for / can see well
enough now, that we are poor lmper feet crea-
lures, and as freely forgive you, SO may
God have mercy on my soul =
As she said these words, saw her head
falling backwards. | stood on the other side
of the bed, and put my arm round her tc
support her, and she laid her head upon
my bosom These were her last words. III
less than five minutes her spirit had depart
ed from this world
"Thomas had taken the hand which she
held out to him, and he kept it i'll his till she
was dead-but he said not one word i
was too much even for him, and with hi:
other hand he took out his blue cotton hand
llerchief and wiped away tear or two ant
that was no more than any one might expect
for it was very affecting death bed, and
people say that it was not without its effect
even on him. But of that | can say moth
ing from my own knowledge, for we had none
of us anything to do with him after the fu
neral.
"She lies, poor thing, in the dale-church
Just beside her own young mother and It i:
, somewhat remarkable that they were, with
in one week, each others age, and within
a few days, also, was she buried just two
years after her own marriage.
t i" Her death cut us all up sadly; and
cannot say that it did me any good when
three months afterwards, Thomas Kirken
; shaw put up on her grave fine head stone
that cost deal of money, on which he cal
led her his beloved wife, and himself T.;
sorrowing husband
+ Such was the history of poor Agnes Sat
, terwaite, dale-beauty and heiress. This
story, which affected me greatly when
heard it, and in which ! quite agreed will
good Mrs. Swailes, that Agnes made a wron!
choice, and that choosing wrong in marriag
: is the greatest misfortune that can befal an
: woman.