Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1853-01-06

f "FFederie ek," said /, placing m,
: arm aroun b his neck, "Frederick
, there is sd me good yet in store fo
you; do not mourn in this way, Fred
erick.n'
Il am a broken hearted man, h
uttered in taltering accents; 'do no
strive to domfort me, you only in
crease my misery"
I "But if z could give you comfor
you little dream of; if-if if | tolC
you. l 5tammered,a ,and knew no
how to pr pceed, for the husband,
wild eyes were fastened on my face
/ while he h hhlf rose with strange
| quick MONUMENT. j.
/ "If what if what, Doctor Lanei
obi what al b ] to think?'' his voice
trembled; dthere is something in my
heart that bids me look to you for
hope now? Yet why, why?" and the
W words sank mournfully into sile nee.
| "Didlyo4 eyer hear Of people fall
ing into frances, and then when
robed for Il ie burial"
| could proceed no further the ex-
cited man sprang from his seat,
clenehed nf nfy hands, and with fire in
bis eyes, il coherently exclaimed;
"What- how-dead? inatra nee?
laid out?- buried?--shut up? alive
alive? Great God! merciful God!
you do not tell me that she my
May, whorh | saw die-who gasped
in my arm bs-on this bosom-bade
me farewell grew white and cold !
no, no, you mo elk mer'
"FrederI elk, 7 said !, while the tears
rained do9n nj y cheeks, "your wife
still lives she was. only in q trance"
Never shall I forget the ems uing
scene; he tt brew his arms around me;
hpgged mix like one frantic. 'iGqd
bless you! IIe4 4ve n bless youi OH
doctor, l 4 hall die of this excess Of
joyl lead ME to her; where is she, my
friend? VIII bn t hese eyes looked upon
her for tn 3 last time? Oh! but no,
Doctor, this IS too beautiful, too
good; let me See her, / viii be calm;
and, doctdr' he exclaimed, graspingsi
my arms With his shaking fingers, 'I
Would AIM lost give you my life for
this, I would, | would; I could not
Have surviF iFed long-y you cannot t ell /
How dearlJ | l. 3yed her. Dear doctor,
God bless EouP'
lie dill not even dream, poor lel-
low, that i ehd ID been my rival
The mol ther hung over her child fl
the husbal ID bdnt over his bride full
Of Thanksgiving; she, with her large
9lue eyes, me wing fondly from one
to the 9th kr, ais she whispered, y am
better, st9onger, I shall soon be well |
igain; l have been sick very long, |
have | IoR" |
Frederick Kissed her pure brow in
reply, and the il hid his face ih the I
pillow, to Fee1 in silence-and then
| left theH, a happier being. a better
man, and happier and better | have /
been ever since. j
May and her husband still live ia !
fond, beau uEiful pair, even now, l am
In old badhelJr.
A Wirt's PaAYrn.-We do pot
assume dhat We recognize that
i llich il dFuly beautiful in all that
makes h4m:nity approach 10 The
livine; but il there is anything that
comes nd ARD + the imploralion of
Ruth to y poI Ini than the subj5ineG,
y e have OF seen it:
"Bless. and preserve that dear
1ersbn whom thou hast chosen to
De my hu bba hd; let his life be long
md blesskd, comfortable and holy; +
md let he also become a great
llessing ahd . comforter unto him,
/ sharer In all his joys, refresh
nent in all his sorrows, meet helper
or him iu hIl the accidents and
;hanges III the world; make me
fbreFer in his eyes and ior-
,ver dear to him. Unite his heart
o me in dhe dearest love and holi-
less, and rnlne to him in all swe eet-
less, chatiy, and compliance. r.
Keep me. FRI m all ungentlendss, all i
liscontentedness, and nnreason able
less Of passion and humot; and
make me humble and obediellt, use
i'll and opservant, that we may de-
light in dach other, according 10
ny bless4d word, and both OF us
may rejoiEe in Thee, ,haFing our por-
ion in THE love and service of God
ForeverIn