Democratic banner., 1851-04-28

A GEM-THE DYING WIFE TO E Hus-
1AED-.The following most touching frag-
nent of q Letter from a by ng Wife to
her Husband was found by him some months
after her death, between the leaves of a re-
ligious volume which she was very fond
of pursuing. The letter, which was literal
" dim with tear marks, was written long
before the husband was awsre that the grasp
Of a fatal disease had fastend upon the love-
IL form of his wife, who died at the early
sge of nineteen:
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
G., some day when you are turning o.
yer the relics of the past, shall nave pass
ed away forever, and the cold white stone
will be keeping its lonely wstch over the
lips you have so often pressed, and the sod
will be growing green that shall hide for
ever from your sight the dust Of one who
has so often nestled close to your worm
heart. For many long and sleepless nights.
when all beside my thoughts was at rest, l
have wrestled with the consciousness of
approaching death, until at last it has for.
ced itself upon my mind; and although to
you & TO others it might now seem but the
nervous imsginings of a girl, yet, dear G
-, it is so! Many weary hours have ]
passed in the endeavor to reconcile myself
70 leaving you. whom | love so well, and
this bright world Of sunshine and beauty;
end hard indeed is it to struggle of silently
and alone with the sure cOnricfi0n that !
am about to leave all forever, and go down
alone into the dark valley! But I know
in whom have trusted and leaning upon
bis arm 81 fear no evil Don't blame me for
keeping even all this from you. How conld
| subject yOu, Of all others, to such sorrow
as feel at parting, when time so soon makes
It apparent to you? could have wished
to live, il only 10 be at your side when y0ur
time shall come, and pillowing your head
upon my breast, wipe the death damps from
your brow, and usher your departing spirit
into its MAKER's presence, embslmed in
woman's hottest prayer. But it is not to be
so-and ! submit. Yours is the privilege
ofwsthcing, through long and dresry nights,
for the spirits final flight, and Of transfer.
ring my sinking head from my breast to my
Saviour's bosom! And you shall share my
last thought; the last faint pressure of the
hand, and the last feeble kiss shall be yours;
and ever when flesh and heart shall have
failed me, my eye shall rest on yours until
glazed BY death, and our spirits shall hold
q last fond communion, until gently fad.
ing from my view-the last Of esrth-you|
shall mingIs with the first bright gIimpses|
Of the unfsding glOries of thst better world.
where partings, are unknown. Well do II
know the spot, dear C, where you will
lay me; often have We stood by the place,
and % we watched the mellow sunset as i'll
glanced in quivering flashes through the
leaves. and FURNISHED the grassy mounds a.
round rs With stripes Of FURNISHED gold,
each perhaps has thought that some dsyI
one Of Us would come alone, and which e..
YER Il might be, your name would be on
the ,stopa: Bat We loved the spot; and II
know you'll love 1t none the less when youl
zee thessms qaiet sunlight liogsr and plsy
smong the grsss that growsover your Ma
ry's grave. ] kasv you'll 60 often a%loue
there. when | Am laid there, aud my spirit
wili b. with yos thea, and whisper amongI
she saviag brahchss,7 an not 1st, buIIl
sess byoyIrs