Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1852-03-04
A Dying Wife to her Husband.

The following most touching fragment of a
Letter from dying w.fe 10 a husband was
found by him some months after her death,
between the leaves Of sacred volume which
she was very fond of perusing. The letter
which was literally dim with tear marks
was written long before the husband was
aware that the grasp of fatal disease had
fastened upon the lovely form of his wife,
who died at the early age of nineteen:
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
c., some day when you are turning
over the relics of the past, shall have
passed away forever, and the cold white
stone will be keeping its lonely watch over
the lips you have so often pressed, and the
sod will be growing green that shall hide
from your sight the dust of one who has 50
often nestled close TO your warm heart
For many long and slecpless nights, when
all besides my thoughts were at rest, l have
wrestled with the consciousness ofapproach-
ing 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
imaginings Of a girl, yet, dear c., it
is SO. Many weary hours have passed in
the endeavor to reconcile myself to leaving
you, whom l love so well, and this bright
world of sunshine and beauty; and hard
indeed is it to struggle on silently and alone
with the sure conviction that am about to
leave all forever, and go down alone into tie
dark valley. but know in whom have
trusted" and leaning upon his arm Il lea,
no evil" Don't blame me for keeping al
this from you, How could l subject you o
all others, to such sorrow as feel at part
ing, when time will soon make it appar
. ent to you? l could have wished to live
if onlyto be at your side when your tim'
, shall come, and pillowing your head upon my
breast, wipe the death damps from YOU
brow and usher your departing spirit int
its makers presence, embalmed in woman
I holicst prayer. BUTT is not TO be SO; and
submit: Yours is the privilege Of watching
through long and dreary nights, for tn
spirits final flight and Of transferring IN,
sinking head from your breast to my Sa
/ vior's bosoml And you shall share my las
e thought; the last faint pressure of the hant
and the last feeble kiss shall be yours, an
= even when flesh and heart shall have failed
;, my eye shall rest on yours until glazed b
: death, and our spirits hold one last fon
n communion, until gently faded from m
- view-the last of earth-you shall mingl
n with the first bright glimpses of the fadin
n glories Of that better world, where parting
: are unknown. Well do know the spo
C dear c., where YOU will lay me; oftc
o have we stood by the place, and as W
If watched the mellow sunset, as it glanced
1t quivering flashes through the leaves an
st FURNISHED the grassy mounds around us wit
e stripes of FURNISHED gold, each perhaps h;
t. thought that some day, one OF us wou'
le come alone, and whichever it might be vol
name would be on the stone. But we love
% the spot; and l know you'll like it none Il
l. less when you see the same quiet sunlig
linger and play among the grass that grow
over yoar Mary's grave. l know you'll {
often along there when am laid there, al
! my spirit will be with you then, and viii
u per among the waving branches, al am n
> lost, but gone before"