Mississippi palladium. [volume] (Holly Springs, Miss.) 1851-1852, 1851-05-09
From the KnickeTbocker Magazine.
4 Diving Wife TO her husband.


The following most touching fragment Of
a Letter from dying gI.te to Ter Hus5ana
was found by him, some months after her
death, between theleaves of religious vol
ume, which she was very fond Of perusing.
The letter, which was literally dim with
tearmaTks, was written long before the
husband was aware that the grasp Of ia
tai disease had fastened upon the lovely
form Of his wife, who died at the carly age
OF nineteen:
"When this shall etyour eye dear G.,
some day when you are turning over the
relics of the past, shall have passed away
forever, and the old white stone viii 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 hse 80 os5e,
nestled close to your warm heart. For
many long and sleepless nights, when all
my thoughts were at rest, l have wresiled
with the consciousness of approaching death,
until at last it has forced itself upon my
mind; and although to you and to others it
might now seem but the nervous imagina-
tons of a girl, yet dear c., 1t as so =
Many weary hours have passed in the en-
deayor to reconcile myself to leaving you,
whom | love so well, and this bright world
Of sunshine and beauty; and hard, indeed,
IS 1t to struggle on silently and alone, with
the sure c0ngiction that am about to leave
all forever and go down alone into the dark
valley But | know in whom / have
trusted, and, leaning upon His arm, 4 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
atparting, when time VIII 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 pillowing your head
upon my breast, wipe the death damps
from your brow, and usher your departing
spirit into its Makers presence, embafmed
IN woman's hottest prayer. But it is not to
be so-and l submit.
Yours is the privilege of watching, thro'
long and dreary nights, for the spirits final
fight, and Of transferring my sinking head
from your breast tony Saviour's bosom i
And you shall share ny last thought; the
last faint pressure of the hand, the last fee
bic kiss shall be yours, and even when flesh
and heart shall have failed me, my eye
shah rest on yours until glazed by death
and our spirit shall hold one last fond com
ra'lnion, until gently fading fromnry view
The last earth-you shall mingle with the
frs. bright glimpse Of the unfading glories
of that better world, where partings are un-
known. Well do [ know the spot, dear
C, where you viii lay me; often have
we stood by the place, and as we watched
the mellow sunset as it glanced in quiyering
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 atone; and
whichever itnight be, your name would be
on the stene. 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 a.
lone there, when [ am laid there, and nv
spirit viii be with you then, and whisper a.
mong the waving branches, 4 an not lost
6ast gone before p