The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-11-17
spring, very fragile, but very beautiful.

spring, very fragile, but very beautiful.
Joseph s. was sent abroad by one Of
the board of missions Of the church, but his
health failed, and he resigned his commits
sion, while he travelled through the east
ern world.
Three years fed with their usual swift
ness. To Sarah D. they were very slo
and painful, yet she was happy in her own
quiet way, and no one dreamed of the
strange tryst she was longing to keep on
the other side of that dark river which
men so shrink from. She grew feebly dali
ly, as the summer and autumn advanced,
and in December she was evidently dying.
One day her mother had been out Of
the house, perhaps making calls. She re-
turned at evening, and, among other incl
dents ofnews which she had learned, she
mentioned to Sarah the death of her old
friend, Joseph s..
The fair girl was reclining in her large
arm chair looking out through the clo-
sed windows at the snow on the ground,
aud the pure moonlight which silvered
1t. There was no starting emotion visi-
BILE as her mother mentioned the fact,
which to her was the most solemn yet
most joyful news the world could give;
for now, how much nearer was their
meeting! I saw smile fash across her
face as the joyful news reached her ear.
/ saw her forehead raised 10 feel the ca
ress which I know she felt! She was sl-
lent for many INMATES, and then spoke in
feeble and very musical accents, ard I,
boyishly, wrpt aloud! Then she smiled
and looked at me. with finger appraised,
aud said, Wait little while longer, dear
W. And then, after moment she
said, Mother, is the snow very deep?'
'Not very, dear Why did you ask ;
Because: if it were deep thought it
would be difficult for Mr.. Smith to find
our lot in the graveyard. Are all the
head stones covered mothers
'What is the matter, Sarah! What if
thew are covered'
Mother, dear, il is useless to conceal
it from ourselves or from one another
You know, and 1 quite as well. that am
dying. have not wished TO live; onlv
for one thing did long for lite and I
dreaded to meet death alone! But now
shall not. will you tell what I
mean when I am gone. Yes-gone. deer
mother. shall not be here anv longer.
This chair will stand here, and not be
anywhere near it. You will be here,
and father; and you will rise and walk
about, and visit, and 90 in and out, and
sleep, and wake again, and SO on day af-
ter day, and l shall have no part any lon
ger in your cares and JOYS dear mo'her;
and, as she uttered the last two words.
she put her arms rourd her mother s
neck; and kissed her fondly, and sank
back ino her chair again. sat at her
feet. watching her ma CHESS features. A
smile was fitting across them - now there
now gone; yet each time it appeared,
it fingered longer than before; un
til it became fixed, and so holy, so verv
holy, that grew bewildered a, gazed,
and strange tremor passed through my
body.
The breath Of peace was flaming her
glorious brow Her head was bowed a
very little forward, ana tress, escaning
from its bounds, fell by the side OF her
pure white temple, and close to her jus,
opened lips. l. hung their motionless!
No breath disturbed its repose! She
slept as angel might sleep.