Washington telegraph., 1851-05-21

| A DYING WIFE TO HER HUsBAND.--The
following most touching fragmentiof
Letter from a dying Wife to her Hms-
band was found by him, says the Knicker-
booker Magazine, some months after
her death, between the leaves Of a reli-
gious volume, which she was very fond
of persuing. The letter, which was
literally dim with tear-marks, was writ
ten long before the husband was aware
| that the grasp of a fatal disease had fas-
tened upon the lovely form Of his wife,
who died at the early age of nineteen;
"When this shall meet your eye, dear
G-,some day when you are turning
over the relics Of the past, l shall! have
passed away forever, and the old white
stone will be keeping its lonely watch
over the lips you have so often pressed,
and the sod will be growing green tha,
shall hide forever from your sight the
dust of one who has SO often nestled
close to your warm hearth. For many
long sleepless nights, when all my
thoughts were at rest, have wrestleG
with the consciousness of approaching
death, until at las. it has forced itself up
on my mind; and although TO you and to
others it might now seem but the nervous
imaginatons of girl, yet dear C,
u IS So. Many weary hours have pass
ed liz the endeavor to reconcile myself
to leaving you, whom love so well, and
this bright world of sunshine and beauty;
and hard, indeed, is it to struggle on
silently and alone, with the Sure cOAUic-
ton that | am about to leave all forever
and go down alone into the dark valley.
But know in whom L have trusted,
and. leaning upon His arm, L fear no
evil Don't blame me for keeping even
all this from you. How could I 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 pillow
ing your head upon my breast, wipe the
death damps from your brow, and usher
your departing spirit into its Makers
prese ice, embalmeu in .woman's hottest
PRAYER. But it is not to be so-and |
submit.
Yours is the privilege Of watching,
through long and dreary nights, for the
spirits final flight and for transferring
my sinking head from your breast to my
Saviours bosom.-And you shall share my
last thought; the last faint 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
spirits shall hold one last fold commu-
non, until gently fading from my view
the last ear,h-you shall mingle with the
first bright glimpses of the uniadlng
glores of that better world, where part
lug are unknown. Well do [ know the
spot, dear C., where you will lay me-;
often have we stood by the place, and as
we watched the mellow sunset as it
glanced in quiverng flashes through the
leaves and FURNISHED the grassy mounds
around us with stripes of FURNISHED gold,
each perhaps has thought that one of US
would come aI0nej and whichever it
might be, your name 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
90 often alone there, when | am laid
there, and my spirit will be with you
then, and whisper among the waving
branches. 4 I'M not lost bnt gone be-
fore"