Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-06-16

of tru,h-for feel my strength rapidly
wasting. and, ere long, shall be as though
| ne'cr had been. Yes, yes, am verging
towards eternity; each moment bears me
like the boiling billow, farther from the
shores of time. My eye is dim-my hand
is feeble-my frame is relaxed-but my
soul, my immortal soul, is still the same:
It lives through all, and fourishes in the
midst Of ruin. To feel all the agony of
parting, and to experience, with more
poignant anguish, the sad and solemn re-
fection, that when am reposing beneath
the grass-green turf, there will be one kind
and gentle spirit left, lonely and deserted,
who must weep unnoliced, sigh uncomiort-
ed; in the hour of gaiety, joyless; in the 81
lence of solitude, drear and desolate; these
are the thoughts that rack-these the re-
Elections that harass me- She who loved
me living, must mourn unconsoled DER my
memory when dead. Then, julia" con
tinued he, "then, when you shall call for
me unanswered, save by the hollow echo
from the graves,-then, il parted souls
may visit those they love, mine shall hover
round you, watch over your destiny, re-
vertebrate your sighs, weep over your sor-
rows, if disembodied spirits weep, and be
the first to hail your trembling spirit when
it crosses thethrcshold of eternity" Those,
and those only, who have stood beside the
couch, where all that is lovely and valued
hes struggling with the last enemy, can
imagine the devotional fervor, the some
thing more than mortal interest, with
which Julia beheld him. "This," said she,
taking little miniature from her bosom,
'this is all that will remain-but my heart
needs no remembrance-nonc, none; It's
withering at the core, and, ere long"
The door slowly opened, and an aged lady,
whose face bespoke a heart i'll at ease, gent
ly approached to his ed-side, cnquiring,
with much anxiety, how he felt himself
He smiled, and would have reached forth
his hand, but the effort was too much, and
the willing arm fell heavy ard languid
by his side. 81 am better now," said he,
"much better" although his voice and
features evidently bespoke himmuch weak
er. julia was in tears and her deep and
repeated sobs at length attracted his atten-
ton: suddenly raising himself in his bed,
he stretched forth his arms, as if to clasp
her, and then sunk exhausted with his head
upon her lap. She raised him tenderly,
and having carefully smoothed his pillow,
gently placed his head upon it. "This is
the boon, which, through many weari-
some night, have earnestly prayed--to
have my pillow smoo;hed by the fostering
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peace. Let them lay me-" continued he,
with pathetic soiiness, "let them lay me be-
side the little yew-trce, in the north corner
of the church yard; there shall sleep in
quiet as | would have lived, but war for
bade There, when all the human race
have forgotten me, and not trace remains
to tell that / have bcen-there shall the
rising and the setting sun shed his sweetest
beams. Oh, Julia! do you recolect that
happy evening when first we made vow of
mutual love! We stood upon that spot,
and lightly talked of many future year;
and then you sighed, but not as you now
sigh--in deep despair. lis past-'tis past
all past; and now no more Of .ioy-of
lovc-of hfe-of hope, remains for US
but bitter dregs. No, no! It's misery all
-bchind-around. Whittier, oil,
whittier shall the wretched fee, and be at
rest!" His breath seemed departing, his
bosom heavcd with spasmodic agitation,
and it was some minutes before he was able
to assure them, with voice weak and
tremulous, that he was rccovering,-
Heaven is our home" said Julia "there
il.
we fondly, vainly looked fer hers," 1t
was pleasing to hear the touching tones of
her melodious voice, thus breathing the
| spirit of religious consolation at moment
ike this: it had The desired eilect-hc ceas-
ed repining, and whispered, (t was all he
coull,) ayes, there is Providence that
rules and directs all for the best, and to
his benevolent protection can safely com
init the dearest and most valued of earthly
beings. The taper of life wakes short; l
am faint and feeble; give me your hand
He pressed it to his lips, then to his heart.
Mother, yours too" Having done the
same with it, he placed them in each 9th
or, and said, IN mo;her--my Julia: one
Of You is about to be childlcss, the other
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each other; and when all around is cheer
less and unpromising, and am no mere,
think Of futurity-of mc-of heaven, where
we shall all be united to part no more. |
have blessing for you, but it will die in
N.Y. His voice faltereJ, his lip qliiv-
cred, his eye rolled oareiessly round; the
last spark of life seemed nearly extinguish-
cd. After a short struggle he appeared
more composed, butgrew gradually weak
er and weaker The convulsivc clasp OF
his hand was still the same; Julia pressed
it to her lips, and looked upwards. as if,
in spirit, to implore heaven to spare him yet
little. His fading eyes were fixed onhcr;
she again placed his hand to her lips, and
wept: he looked his gratitude, and closed
his eycs-opencd them-closed them a
gain-hcaved a. gentle sigh-and then,
with faintsmie on his counienance, breath
ed his last J.R. w.
A Beautiful Tribute.
The intelligent Cincinnati correspondent
of the Vinccnnes Gazette thus notices the
recent visit Of John B. Cough, the eloquent
| Temperance lecturer: