The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1852-11-17

woman and of the angel, till it grew abb
solutcly adorabic.
At the last, she received the fearful
congratulations of her friends with
graceful manner, and with the most
cheerful smiles playing about her lips.
1t was morning. morning born of
bloom and beauty--so soft, SO glowing,
it seemed
Like rainbow claspiug the sweet earth,
And melting in a covenant of love"
Annie Gordon was lying on her couch by
an open window, with her fair head sup
ported on the breast Of her husband.
And she, fathers joy, brothers
pride. the wife of two short weeks, was
leaving us now. Every sunbeam which
looked into her eyes saw their violet hue
grow paler and every soft air which
kissed her faded lips bore back fainter
breath on its light pinion. Her doting
father knelt in deep trance of grief at
her side; I stood holding one of her
hands in mine, while at her feet sat her
young brother, Arthur Moore. weeping
with all the uncontrolled passionateness
of boyhood
Annie had lain for some moments APP
parcntly insensibc. but she looked up
vet once more to William. with her own
sweet smile. and murmured-
"Pray, once again, my beloved-it
will plume my spirits wing for its up
ward fight but place your hand upon
my heart, that you may know when | am
gone !"
And William Gordon lifted his voice
in prayer, all saint-like submission and
child-like love He solcmnly and tend
erly committed the passing soul of the
wife. the daughter, the sister, and the
friend, to her Saviour and her God, and
mcekly implored for the stricken mour-
ners the miuistrations of the blessed
Spirit. Suddenly he paused--her heart
had ceased It's 5catinsS! His brow be
came convulscd and his voice was low
trcmuous, as he added-"She has left
us, O. our Father, she is with Thee nowF
Gone our Annie dead" exclaimed
poor little Arthur Moore, and springins
forward and casting one look on that
still face, he stretched his arms upwart
and cricd-"O sister, sister, ccme bacl
to us, come back !"
We arrayed her in her bridal dress
even to the white rosebud twipcd in he
golden hair. We laid her to rest by hei
mothers side, in lovely rural grave
yard. and few months after | took hel
favorite rosc-trec from the garden, anC
planted it over her breast.
Our Annie had been gone from US ;
year, and the rose was in its first bloom
when William Gordon came to bid us
long, it might be a last, adeu. lie W a
going out as a missionary to India. Oh
the last evening of his stay, went witt
him to the grave Of our lost one. w
remained till the grass was glitterin
with dew, and the stars were thick il
heaven. Many times turned poor Will
lam to depart, and return again. W
both had remarked single rosebud, VI
ry like the one Annie wore on her MAJ
riage day, and at that second bridal, ,whc
she was welded to the dust-and whe
at last William, summoned strength t
go, he plucked this, and placed it in hi
bosom, with many tears.
I doubt not that in his distant hom,
that darkened land, where he is toilin
for Christ's sake, that flower is still
cherished memento of his sadly beaut
ful rast, and touching reminder of
shore to which he haSteneth an unfadin
cline, where ever liveth tie rose Of Ior
in the bloom of Immortality.