The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-10-29
THE DYING WIFE TO HER HUS
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The following most touching fragment
of a Letter from Dying Wife to her
usband.'' was found by him. 'sotne
months after her death, between the
leaves Of religious. volume. which ehs
was very fond of perusing. The letter,
which was literally dim with tear marks,
was written long before the husband was
aware that the grasp Of fatal 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 old white
stone Will be keeping It's 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 close TO
your warm heart. For many long and
sleepless nights, when all my thoughts
were at rest, have wrestled with the
consciousness Of approaching death.
ana at last it has forced itself upon my
mind; and although to you and to others
it might now seem but the nervous imag-
nations of girl. yet dear c., it is so!
Many weary hours have passed in the
endeavor TO reconcile myself to leaving
you, whom love so we'll and this bright
world of sunshine and beauty: and hard
indeed it is to struggle on silently and
alone with the sure conviction that am
about to leave all forever ard 60 down
alone into the dark Valley! But know
in whom | have trusted, and leaning up
on His arm, fear no evil. Don't blame
me for keeping even all this from you.
How could subject you, of all Others
TO such sorrow as : feel at parting when
time will so soon make it apparent to
you? | could have wished to live, if
only to be at your side when your time
shall come, and piilowing your head up
on my breast, wipe the death damps from
your brow, and usher your departing
spirit into its Makers presence, EN- mbalm-
ed in womans holiest prayer. But ii is
not to be so--and submit. Yours is the
privilege of watching through long and
dreary nights, for the spirits final flight,
and of trans fering my sinking head from
your breast 10 my Savior's bOsom! And
you shall share my last thought; the last
int pressure Of the 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 spirit shall hold one last
fond communion. until gently fading
from my yiew-the last of the earth
you shall mingle with the first bright
glimpses of the uniading glories of that
better world, where partings are unknown.
Well do know the spot. dear c.:
where you will leave me. often have we
stood by the place, and, as we watched
the mellow sunset as it lanced in quiv'
ering flashes through the leaves and bur-
nished the grassy mounds arouEd US with
stripes of FURNISHED gold, each perhaps
has thotsght that one of us would come
alone; and whichever it might be, yoAr
name would be on the stone. But we
loved the spot and know you'll love it
none the less when you see the same eui-
ct sun light linger and play among the
grass that grows over your Mary's grave.
| know you'll 60 often alone there when
! am laid there, and my spirit will be
with you then, and whisper among the
waving branches, am not lost bnt gone
before. c."-KnickcrbOckcr.