Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1851-05-13

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The following most touching fragment o.
Letter from Dying Wife 10 her Hus
band, was found by him. some months attel
her death, between the leaves Of religious
volume. which she was very fond OF peru.
sing. The letter, which was literally din
with tear marks, was written long before the
husband was aware that the grasp OF fata
disease had fastened upon the lovely form Of
his wife. who died at the early age OF nine
teen:
"Vhen this shall reach your eye, dear
C.. some day when you are turning over
the relics ofthe past. shall have past away
forever, and the cold white stone will pc kee-
ping its lonely watch over the lips you have
SO often pressed, and the sod will be growing
green that shall forever hide from your sight
the dust o one who has So often nestled
close to your warm heart. For many long
and sleepless nights, when all besides my
Thoughts were at rest, have wrestled with
the conciousness Of approaching death until
at last il has forced Itself upon my mind; and
although to you and others il might now
seem out The nervous imaginings OF a girl.
vet dear G.. IL is so. Many weary
hours have passed in the ehdeayor 10 recor-
cile myself to leaving you. whom | love so
well. and this brig ht world OF sunshine anc
beauty; and hard indeed is il TO struggle 90
silently and alone with the sure convictioR
that am about TO leave all forever, and GO
down alone into the dark valley! But know
10 whom trusted and leaning upon his
arm, L fear no evil Don't blame me for
keeping all this from you. How could |
subject you. of all others, 10 such soIrow as
| feel al parting, when time will make IL soon
apparent to you? could have wished to live,
if ony TO be al your side when ycur line
shall come, and pillowing your head upon
nv breast, wipe the death damp from Jour
brow. usher your departing spirit into rs
Makers presence, embalmed ia woman's ho-
Iiest prayer But il is not TO be so-and
submit. Yours is the privilege Of watching,
through long aud dreary nights. for the spir-
is fiua flight. and Of transferring my sink
ioc head from your breast to my Savior's bo-
SOM And you shall share my last thoug ht;
the last faiut pressure Of the hand, and the
last feeble kiss shall be yours; and even when
flesh and heart shall have failed me, my eyes
shall rest on yours until glaze I by death; and
our spirits sha II hold one last fond commu-
MON until greatly fading from my view-the
last oil eaftH-you Sudii tHIu Slc WIN 'ho ltst
glimpses OF the uHlading glores OF that bet
ter world. where pa'tings are unknown. Well
do | know the spoT, dear G,where
you will lay me; often have we stood by the
place' and as we watched the mellow sunset
as it glanced in quivering flashes through
the leaves, and FURNISHED the grassy mounds
around US with strips OF FURNISHED gold,
each perhaps has thought that some day one
Of US would come alone. and whichever il
might be your name would be on the stone.
But we loved the spot; and / know you'll
love II none The less when you see the same
quiet sunlight linger aud play smong the
grass that grows over MARY's grave know
that you'll go often alone there, am laid
there. and my spirit will be with you then,
and whisper among the waving branches,
Il am not lost, but gone before ""-Knicker
booker .Nagezine for April.