Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1850-05-16

lew moments went ny, anu Nate
Ellis bent above the couch ofSybil Con-
yers. She lay with loose robe folded
about her, her dark curls shading her
face but Kate saw that it was fearfully
thin and white. The pale lids were
closed and the heavy lashes were glitter
ing with tears. Softly Kate drew seat
by the side Of her stricken friend, and
her mother, who sat watching by her
side, arose aud glded away. More than
an hour passed, when the pale lips par
ted, and she murmured sorrowiully:
Harry, Harry, how dark it is give
me light, Harry "
Then followed brief silence, and
again she murmured-" Darling Har
ry have you come. +" But even as
she spoke, each feature became convuls-
ed as with sudden grief She sighed
heavily, and a drop of blood fell dark
upon the white pillow and the closed
lids slowly opene
/" am glad that you have cone !! ;,
she said family, as Kate Ellis bent down
wiping away those life drops from her
lips.
4" had feared we never would meet
again, could not send for you, Kate,
before have saddencd too many hours
of your life that had been happy but for
me. " Her voice was sadder than even
that of the blind girls, and Kate could
only press the thin hands within her
own and weep.
Now that am dying " size con-
tinued | may tell you how unhappy
have been. 1t has been very hard to
| bear this inward darkness, which came
SO suddenly upon me. 1t has been sent
think, to punish her who rebelled a.
ganst the decree of heaven, when the
world was hid from her view. Iprayed
God to give me light. murmured at
the darkness, as one too sorely tried.
| have learned that there was mucheven
more difficult to bear, and at this last
great grief, since the first bitterness was
over | have never murmured. 1t came
upon me, Kate, when with a halo of
glory had yelled the present and the
future, 1t came like nashof lightning
striking death to my heart.
When we parted, Kate, | little
) dreamed that his low farewell was forev-
er. When he murmured, Sybil |
never thought another would llnger up
on his lip, and the first tidiugs receiv-
ed was his marriage.
remember little what then passed.
| only know that wandered out into
the woods, aud threw myself upon the
ground in my frenzy, praying God to
take back the rich gifts which he had
given me.
"The withered leaves Of autumn
rustlcd and fell about me, the wind
sighed mournfully, as though singing its
requiem for my dead hopes. No pas
sion, no pride stirred within my bosom.
could but lay my aching head upon
the cold, green turf and pray that my
agony might pass after awhile a
strange, death-like calm came over me
and arose, and, weak and helpless as
child, | came home. ! opened my
| portfolio. spread the paper before
me. thought to write aud forget my
sorrow, but no words now came at my
bidding
d" The blow had been too heavy, a
lighter sorrow had awoke all the poe
try of my being. Now it had crushed
out life and thought itself. A calm, a
deadly calm came over me. Iut now
as death draws nigh, the spirit break,
the letters which have bound it,and life
with its beauty comes back 10 me as
linger here on the threshold of earth
fair as in early youth, dawns our earth
ly home. Bat brighter, a more glori.
Gus one opens to my view. Still tn,
image of Harry Wharton fades not from
before me- Still | love him, fondly al
of old but with love | might cherisl
for him in heaven.
When ann dead, Kate, take thl
and send it to him and she ralsec
her hand, resting 1t upon one lonl
heavy curl.
NJ She was growing very faint, and Kat
whispered
Dent tain more now, darling, " g