The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1851-01-15
She hides il in her chair; she has pity or

She hides il in her chair she has pity on
you.
---Anoiher day Of revival when the
spring sun shines, and flowers open out o.
doors she leans on your srm, and srolI'
into the garden where the fret birds arc
singing. Listen TO them with her what
memories are in bird songs You need
not shuddcr at her tears-they are tears
of Thanksgiving. Press the hand thai
lea light upon your arm, and you, TOO
thank God, while yet you may
You are early home mid-aftcrnoon
Your step is not light; it is heavy, tcrri'
bic.
They have sent for you.
She is lying down; her eyes half closed
her breathing long and Interrupted.
She hears YOU her eyes open; you pu
your hand in hers; yours irembles; hers
does moi. Her lips move; it is your
name.
"Be strong" she Gays, "God will help
youl"
She presses harder your hand IA
dicul'
A long breath-another you are alone
again No tears now; poor man. You
cannot find lhem
"A gain home early. There is a
smell of varnish in your house. A coffin is
there they have clothed The body in decent
grave clothes, and the undertaken is screws
ing down the lid, Slipping round on tip toe.
Does he fear TO waken her
lis asks you simple question about the
inscription upon the plate, rubbing it with
his coat cuff. You look him straight 10 the
eye you motion to the door you dare not
speak.
He takes up HE hat and glides out stoa-
thiy aa cat.
The man has done his work well for all.
II is a nice coffin "a very nice coffin Pass
your hand over it--hov smooth
Some sprigs Of mignionette are lying
carelessIy in a liuIe gilt-edged saucer
She loved nignioDette.
1t is good staunch liable the coffin rests
on ;-it is your table you are housekoep-
era man Of family.
Ay, Of family keep down QUERY, or
The nurse will no in. Look over at the
pincbed features is this all that is lett Of
herl And where is your heart pow2 No,
don't thrust your nails into your hands, nor
mingle your lip, nor grato your teeth to-
goIher. Ifyou could only weep!
---Anoiher day. The coffin is gone
out The stupid mourners have wep,-
what idle tears She, with your crushed
heart, has gone out !
WIN you have pleasant evenings at your
home nov ?
Go into the parlor that your prin house,
keeper has made comfortable with clean
hearth and blaze OF slicks.
Sit down in your chair there is another
velvet-cushioned one, over against yours
empty. You press your fingers on your
eye balls, as if You would press out some-
thing that hurt The brain; bu,y eannoi
Your head leans upon your hand your eyes
rest upon the aashipg blaze.
Ashes always come after blaze.
Go now into the room where sue was
sick-sofily, lest the prim hou.ekeeper
come after.
They have put new dimiiy upon her
chair; they have hung new curtains over
The bed.-1'hey have removed from the
stand its phiaIs, and silver bell they have
put little vase oil flowers in their place ;
the perfume will not offend the sick sense
now. They have half opsned the win
dow, that the room so long closed may
have air. 1t will not be loo cold.
She is not there.
oh, God thou who dost temper
the wind to the shorn lamb-be kind
The embers were dark | stirred them :;
there was no sign OF life. My dog was
asleep. The clock in my tenants cham
her had struck one.
dashed tear or two from my eyes =
how they came ihero know not. bali
calculated prayer OF thanks, that such
dcsoaiion had not yet come nigh me and
Il prayer Of hopc-lhat it might never
come.
In halfhour more was sleeping sound
ly. My reverie was ended.