Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-01-27
Miscellaneous o.
The Dead wife,

In comparison with the loss Of wife, all
other earthly bcreavemrn,s ARE trifling The
wife she who fills so large a space in the do.
mestc heaven-she " no is so busted, so un.
wearied in laboring for the precious ones n.
round her-bitter, bitter is the tear that falls
on her cold clay! You stand beside her cof.
fin and think Of the past. 1t seems IN alnbe;
colored pathway, where the sun shone upon
beautiful flowers, or the stars hung giitteling
overhead. Fain would the soul lngrr there.
No tEorns are remembered above that sweet
clay, save those your hand may unwittingly
have planted. Her noble, tender heart, lies
open to your innust sight. You think If her
now as all gentleness, all beauty and purity
But she is dead The dear head that laid
upon your bosom, rests in the still darkness,
upon pillow Of clay. The hands that have
administered so u1tirngly, are folded, white
ard cold, beneath the gIonrny portals, The
heart, whose every beat measured an ctern
ty Of love, lies under your feet. The flowers
she bent over with smiles, bend now above
her with tears, shaking the dew from their
petals, that the verdure around her may be
kept green and beautiful.
Many thousand may read this in she ST
lence Of broken home. There is no white
nrm over your shoulder, no speaking face to
look up into the eye of love; no trembling
lips to murmur, 20, it is 50 sad"
The little one whose nest death has rifleI, ,Gazrs
in wonder at your solemn face. puts up his tiny
hand to stay the tears, and then ncstlcs bac k
to its fathers breast, half conscious that the
wing that sheltered it most fondly, is brokcn.
There is so strange a hush in every room |!
no light foo.step passing round. No smile L.
greet you at nghtfal And the old clock
ticks and striks, and strikes and ticks-it vas
such music when she could hear it! Now
It seems to knell only the hours through
which 70 watched the shadows of death
gathering upon her sweet face.
II striAs one-the fatal time when the
death h-warrant rang out, "There is no hopew
Two! she lies paciIy still sometimes smi-
ling family, sometimes greiving littcfor she
$ young to tread the valley of the shadow
Three! The babe has been brought in. its
little face held on her bosom for the last time.
Four! Her breath comes fainter. but Il
heavincly Joy irradiaies her brow. Five |
There is Sigh: change O,that she might live |!
Father spare her!
"Thy will be DONE"
1t was her soft broken accents Yes
heavenly Friend, vs. ho gavest her to bless me
thy will be done!
Six! Their are footsteps near-weeping
friends around. She bids them farewell. rs
she murmurs, Meet me in heaven!" The
damp-drops gather upon her pallid features
at the seventh hour. She lies very still
I 4 E,.l,
passing away 40 gently. But her hand yet
clings TO yours, and so she lies while that ol.!
house-clock tolls forth observation-disclosures
twelve solemn strokes. You spring to your
feet. The lips are still-cold to your lips.
The hand has fallen back its touch grown
ICY. She is gone. Sh" will never speak to
you again ON earth. You muet hear that
cold gaze that love so lately kinted-and YOU
fall weeping By hri side.
And every day the clock repeats that old
story. Many another tale it tSlIrth too--ni
words and deeds that are registered above.
You frel-O, how oftcn-ihat the gave ran
not keep her. YOU know she is in hap
pier world, yet that sometimes she is by your
side, an ang" presence. You look at YOUR
nnncent babe. and think that srraph is
guarding it. Cherish these emotions; they
will make you happier, Let her holy prcs
enc- be as H charm to keep y"u from evil.
In all new and pleasant CON ec, ms, Give her
spirit place in your heart. Never forget
what size has been TO you--that she has
loved You BE tender Of her m.mnry-
o'al YOU n".r, her with soul unstainc,i -.
bright and beautiful spirit bride. where ,
one shall say any morc forever She i, dead y