Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1851-12-18

a GEM-THE DYING WIFE TO HER
HusBAND.-The following most touch
ing fragment of Il Letter from u Dying
Wife 10 her Husband was found by him
some months after her death, between
the leaves of religious volume which
she was very fond of perusing-The
letter, which was literally dim with tear
marks, was written long before the hus-
band was aware that the grasp of Ia
tai disease had fastened upon the lovely
form of his wife, who died at the early
age of nineteen:
"When this shall reach your eye,
dear c., some day when you are
turning over the relics Of the past, ]
shall have passed away forever, and the
cold white stone will be keeping its lonely
watch over the lips you have so often
pressed, and the sod will be growing
green that shall hide forever from your
sight the dust OF one who has so often
nestled Gle Sc 40 your warm heart. For
many long and sleepIess nights, when
all beside my thoughts was at rest,
have wrcsted with the consc iousness of
approaching death, until at last il has
forced itself upon my mind; and al
though to you aud 10 others II might
now seem but the nervous imaginings
Of II girl yet, dear c., IL is so =
MANY weary hours have | passed in
the endeavor TO reconcile myself TO leav-
inc YOU, whom love so we'll and this
bright world of sunshine and beauty I;
aud hard indeed is it TO struggle on ST.
.enty aud alone with the sure c0nric-
ton that am about To leave all forever,
anu 90 down alone into the dark valley
But know in whom | have trusted,'
and leaning upon His arm Il fear no
cvIl' Don't blame me for keeping even
all this from you. How could subject
you, OF all others, TO such sorrow as |
lecl at parting when time will so soon
make it apparent 10 you ? could have
wi he'd to live if only to be at your side
when your time shall come, AID pillow
ing your head upon my breast. wipe the
ath-damps from your brow. and usher
your departing spirit INTO lis MAKERS
presence, embalmed in woman's holiest
prayer But it is not to be so--and |
submit Yours is the privilege of watch
ing, through long and drcary nights, Tor
the spirits final flight, and OF translcrr-
ing my sinking head from your breast
to my Saviour's bosom And you shall
share my last thought; the last iain pres
sure of The hand, aud 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 COM
munlop until gently faded flom my
view--thc last of earth--you shall MN
gle with the first bright glimpses of the
fading glories of that better world. where
partings are unknown. Well do | know
tie spot, dear c., where you will
lay me; often Lave we stood by the
place, and as we watched the mellow
sunset as it glanced in quivering flashes
through the leaves and FURNISHED the
grassy mounds around us with stripes
of FURNISHED gold, each perhaps has
thought that some day one of US would
come alone, and which ever it might be,
your name would be Oh the stone. But
we loved the spot; and | know you'll
love il 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 he with you then, and
whisper among the waving branches, Il
am not lost, bit gone before p