Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-07-28
From the KnIckerbocker Magazine.
LETTER FROM A DYING WIFE.

The following most touching fragment
of Letter from dying WJstO he'. Has
band, was found by him some months af-
ter her death, between the leaves of a re-
ligious volume, which she was very fond
OF perusing. The letter, which was lite
rally dim with tear-marks, was written
long before her 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 win be growing green that
shall hide from your sight the form of one
who has so often nestled close to your
warm heart. For many long and sleep
less nights, when all beside my thoughts
seriousness of approaching death, until at
last it has forced itself upon my mind ;
and although to you and others it may
seem but the nervous imaginations of a
girl yet dear G., Il IS so! Many
weary hours have 1 passed in the endea;
vor to reconcile myself to leaving you,
whom love so well, and this bright
world Of sunlight and beauty ; and hard
indeed is it to struggle on silently and
alone with the sure c0nviction that am
about to leave all forever, and go down
along into the dark valley But know
in whom have trusted and leaning up
on his arm | 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, when
time will so soon make it apparent to
you ? could have wished to live, if on
ly to be at your side when your time
shall come, and pillow your head upon
my breast, wipe the death damps from
your brow, and usher your departing spi-
rit into its Makers presence, embalmed
in woman's hottest prayer. But it is not
to be so-and submit. Yours is the
privilege of watching through long and
dreary nights, for the spirits final flight,
and of transferring my sinking head from
your breast to my Saviour's bosom And
you shall share my last thought; the last
faint pressure of my hand, and the last
faint kiss shall be yours and even when
flesh and heart shall have failed me, my
eyes shall rest on yours until glazed by
death and our spirits shall hold one last
fond communion, until gently fading from
vicw-the last of carth-you shall mingle
with the first bright glimpses of the unfa,
ding glories of that better world, where
partings are unknown. Well do know
the spot, dear G -, where you will lay
mo: often have we stood by the place.
and as we have watched the mellow sun
set as it glanced its quivering flashes
through the leaves, and Furnished the
grassy mounds around us with stripes Of
FURNISHED gold, each perhas has thought
that some day one of us would come atone,
and which ever it might be, your name
would be on the stone. But we loved
that spot; and know you'll love it none
the less when you see the same quiet sun
light linger and play among the grass
that grows over your Mary's grave. 1
know you will so often alone there, when
am laid there, and my spirit will be
with you then, and whisper among the
waving branches, l AN NOT LOST, BUT
GONE BEFORE.