Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1851-12-15
5RAYENNA, OHIO MONDAY DEC. 15 1851 s@rs"

npr genlV III us arms am W rs h0out L
bear her hnmesarj. wl.ed she aw,ks t
complete copsc .ous'.ess. .-.
My Goo! where am r. she exclaimed
looking wildly around.
AS tenderly as possible her fa,he. t,'d he:
what had happened ms lie half carried hel
home. She wept and seemed much ng Il.
ed, but begged thai she might 60 quie ly Il
her CHAMBER ~ ilaout disturbing her M ther
From that night, Mrs, Austin always re
mained with her daughter, I'll ing and
awakening her whenever she rose in be,
bridal dress, and prepared 10 sea! QUIT
her grave yard trys,. 1t was needful, bul
it was cruel; for from that time Fam,
sunk in body and spirit. She seemed to
utterly lack the miraculous sustainme;i
she had known at frst-the vision and The
comfort it brought were gone together.
One day, seeing her mother weeping,
she said, is it not written, lbat men shall
lorsake father and mother and cling unto
his wife?' Can a vile do less for her hus.
band? Mother, God has welded me 10
Henry; my soul c!eaves 10 his, they cannot
be separated, rand when he calls mus, go
to him, ever from youP .r b..
Al later period she. ..said-'M Mother, dear,
| want you TO see ,ha.no ghoslly shroud is
put on ne, but soft, white muslin dress:
end fold my bridal veil about me. and pul
white roses in my hair that all may know
that am his bride, and not Deaths. And
oh! mother, keep very sacred the blue lawn
| wore on that last night, and never lei
them wash Henry's blood out Of it. Mos
Of all, want you 10 promise me 10 plant
with your own hand, that blushing rose tree
that Henry gave me, between him and me.
so that the roses will fall upon US both. q
Before tho leaves OF the elm tree over
Henry Lester's grave were goidened by the
autumnal frosts, his Fanny was lyi ing a,
his side. When June came round again,
the grass was long and green, and The rose
tree grew mere beautiful than ever there
and when the evening winds shook tie
branches, they scattered sweet largess o
leaves upon the mounds. and flung out a
fragrance on the air, sweeter than ought
else, save the memory of the lovers sleep
ing below. s- 5,..a .-sl... ...,...- e..
Often has my mind dwelt long and deep
ly on those dreams, which, were yet nc
dreams--those sweet exalted visions, those
frances Of love and sorrow, which drew
that tender and delicate girl ,arrnyed in her
bridal dress, night afer night. to the lonely
grave of her betro.hed. Oh, beautiful
adorable mystery Of love! Oh, grave.
where was here thy victory! Oh, mortal
ty, where the might OF thy prison walls!-
As Of OLD, an angel came in the night time,
and led forth the prisoner. '.'l "r7-'.i st
There is wonderous, hidden life within
US all, deeper and truer than That Of
which we have an every day understanding
and conscousness-a lie triumphant over
death and pain, and sorrow all The mourn,
ful conditions Of our immoral being -
When they who loved the mo;den would
have feared her suffering from night dark
ness and cold, with the CLOSER physical
senses sealed, she walked in light inefBabfs,
and breathed the soft airs, the balm of ce.
lesliaI day. W hen the chilled dews descend
ed on her delicate frame she was shielded,
folded about oy arms Of immortal tenderness;
when her soft cheek lay against the hard
grave mound, she was hiding her rapt, con-
tented face in the bosom Of her love-
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