Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-05-01
From The ksiekobocler Magasine.l
A Dying Wife TO her HusD,iud.

The following most touching fragment
ola Letter from a dying Usfc 10 her Hus-
baud was found by him, some months after
her death, between the leaves Of religious
volume, which she was very fond Of peru
sing. The letter, which was literally dim
with tcar-marks, was written long before
The husband was aware that the grasp ofg
fatal disease had fastened upon the lovely
form OF his wife, who died at the early age
OF nnetcen:
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
G---, some day when you are turning
over the relics of the past, Ishall have pass
cd away forever, and tho old white stono
will be keeping its lonely watch over tho
lips you have so often pressed, and the sod
will be growing green that shall hide for
ever from your sight the dust Of ono who
has so often nestled close to your wnrm
heart. For many longand slccplcss nights.
when all my thoughts were at rest, havc
wrestled with the consciousness of ap-
preaching death, until At last IL has forced
itself upon my mind; and although to you
and to others it might now seem but tho
nervous imagina'ions ofa girl, yet dear q
- IL is sol Many weary hours have
| passed in the endeavor to reconcile my
self to leaving you, whom love SO well l,und
this bright world ofsunshine and beauty;
and, bard, indeed, is it to struggle on silent
y and alone, with the suyc conpirtton that |
am about to leave all forever and 20 down
alone into the dark valleyl But know
IN whom | have trusted and, leaning up
| q ~ >. n
me forkeepingeven allthis from you. How
could subject you, fall others, to such
sorrow as ! feel at parting when time viii
SO soon make 1t apparent to youl could
have wished to live. ifonly to be ut your
side when yourtime shall come, and pillow.
ing your head upon my breast, wipe tho
death damps from your brow, and usher
your departing spirit into its Makers pres.
ence, cmbalmed woman's hottest prayer
But it is not to be so---and submit.
Yours isthcprivilcgc ofwatching, through
long and dreary nights, for the spirits final
flight, and Of oftransfcrring my sinking head
from your breast TO my Saviour's bosomi
And you shall share my last thought; tho
last faint pressure ofthc hand, and the last
feeble kiss shall be yours; and even when
flesh and heart shall have failed me, my eye
shall rest ON yours until glazed by death
and our spirits shall hold one last fond CON-
rnunion, until gently fading from my view
tic last Of earth-you shall minglc with
the first bright glimpses Of the unfading
glories Of that better world. where partines
are unknown. Well do know the spot
dear G----, where you will lay me; or
ten have we stood by the place. and ~ we
watched the mellow sunset as il glanced in
quivering flashes through the leaves and
FURNISHED the grassy mounds around rs
with stripes ofburrnshcd gold cach perhaps
has thought that one Of us would come a.
lone; and whichever it might be, yo1yname
would be on the stone. But you loved the
spot; and know you'll love me none the
less when you see the same quiet sunlight
linger and play among the grass that grows
over your Mary's grave. know you'll
go often alone there, when am laid there,
and my spirit will be with You then, and
whisper among the waving branches. 4
am MT lost but g0ne Jefoycg