Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1851-05-10
From the Knickerbocker Magazine.
! Eyigg Wife 10 hel EIu,3and.

The following most touching fragment of
Letter from dying Wife to Ter Husband was
found by him, some months after her death, be-
tween the leaves of a religious volume, which she /
WaS very fond of perusing. The letter. which was
literally dim with tear-markS was written long be-
fore 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 meet your eye, dear C.,
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 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 at
rest, have wrestled with the consciousness of APP
preaching death, until at last it has forced itself
upon my mind; and although to you and to others
1t might now seem but the nervous maglnatOnS OF
Il girl, vet, dear C., 1t is so! Many weary
hours have l passed in the endeavor to reconcile
myself to leaving YOU, whom | love well, and
this bright world of sunshine and beauty; and,
hard indeed, is it to struggle silently and alone,
with the COnUtcttOn that | am about to leave
all forever and 90 down alone into the dark valley!
But | know in whom | have trusted, and, leaning
upon His arm, i fear evil Don't blame me
for keeping even all this from you. How could
subject you, of all Others to such sorrow [ 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 pill
lowing your head upon my breast, wipe the death
damps from your brow and usher your departing
spirit into its Makers presence, embalmed in
mans 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
of transferring my sinking head from your 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 even
wheu 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 communion, until
gently fading from my view-the last of earth
you shall mingle with the first bright glmses of
the unfading glories of that better world, where
partings are unknown. Well do know the spot,
dear C., where you will lay me; often have we
stood by the place, and watched the mellow
sun set 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 one of us would come alone; and
which ever it might be, yoar 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 them and whisper among
the waving branches, 4 am not lost bat gone be-