The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-05-28
A Dying Wife to her Husband.

The following most touching fragment of a
letter from dying Wife to her Husband was
found by him, some months after her death,
between the leaves of religious volume,
which she was very fond of perusing. The
letter, which was literally dim with tear
marks, was written long before he was aware
that the grasp of a disease had fastened upon
the lovely form of his wife, who died at the
early age ofninetecn:
"When this shall reach your eye, dear G.,
some day when you are turning over the rel
les of the past, | shall have passed away for
lever, and the old white stone will be keeping
! its lonely watch over the lips you have SO Of
ten 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 conscious
ness 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 imaginations ofa girl, yet dear g., II
rs SO! Many weary hours'thayc ! passed in
the endeavor to reconcile myself 20, Leasing
you, whom love SO well and this bright
world Of sunshine and beauty; and hard, in
deed, it is to struggle on silently and alone,
leave all forever and go down in the darl
valley! But know in whom have trust.
ed and leaning on 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 at parting, wher
time will so soon make it apparent to you?
| could have wished to live, if only to be al
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 pres
ence, embalmed in woman's holiest prayer
, But it is not to be so-and l submit
Yours is the privilege of watching through
f long and dreary nights, for the spirits fina
| flight and of transferring my sinking heac
from your breast to my Saviour's bosom
And you shall share my last thought; the las
!; faint pressure of the hand, and the last feeble
kiss shall be yours; and even when flesh ant
, lheart shall have failed me, my eye shall res
on yours until glazed by death--and ou
Espirits shall hold one last communion, unit
gently fading from my view-thc last o
earth--you shall mingle with the first brigh
Iglmpses of the unfading glorics of tha
better world where partings are unknown
: iWei do know the spot, dear Oh, where We,
will lay me; often have we stood by the place
o and as we watched the mellow sunset as
i glanced in quivering flashes through tn
leaves and FURNISHED the grassy mounds a
round us with stripes of FURNISHED gold
each perhaps has thought that one of us woul
come alone; and whichever it might be, goa
I name would be on the stone But you lovet
{ the spot; and know you'll love me none tn
less when you see the same quiet sun-ligh
linger and play among the grass that grow
s over your Mary's grave. i know you'll 6
! often alone there, when am laid there, an
my spirit will be with you then, and whispe
among the waving branches, Il am not lost
mgone betore!'