Loudon free press. (Loudon, Tenn.) 1852-1855, 1853-10-21

ohe IS Dy1ng.-Hush! she is dyingl The
sunlight streams through the plat glass win
COWS; the room is fragrant with the sweet breath
OF the southern fiowers--large miik.white Afri
can llles roses a nightingale might stoop tc
worship; Cape jasmines, camellias, with theiI
large glossy leaves.
through the open easement steals the faint
musical tinlde of playing fountains; and the
hight, tempered pleasantly by rose curtains ot
embroidered satin, kihdles up gorgeous old
paintings with a halo as bright as o rainbow
1t is as If freSher sunshine were falling earth.
ward on the bower of beauty.
The canary Sings in his gilded cage-her
canary; aud the mockiug-bird raises his clear
note higher and higher on the perfumed airl
Why do you clench your hand till the nails
draw the rich, rosy blood through the thin
! quiyering skin? Why do you grind your teeth
together and hiss between, that one word hush =?
It's beautiful home, I'm sure; and that lady,
with her head upon your bosom, is fair as any
dreamvision of the painter.
I Surely, nothing could be purer than that broad
high brow; nothing brighter than those golden
curs
And she loves you, tool Ah, yes, any one
could read that in the deep violet eyes raised
so tenderly to your own. Ah that is it; YOUR
young wife loves you
She linked to yours the existence of an an.
gel, when she knelt beside you a. the marriage
altar, and placed her hand in yours.
z For twelve long golden sunny months. an an.
gel has walked or sat u: your side, or slept in
your bosom.
You knew it! No mortal woman ever made
your heart bow before purity so divinel
No earthly embrace ever filled your soul with
the glory from beyond the stars; no earthly
smile ever shone SO unchangingly above all
such noisome things, as you earthworms call
care and trouble. She is angel, and other
angels have been singing 10 her in the long
days Of this pleasant June time.
LUSH" you say, but you cannot shut out
the snthemnotes of heaven, from those unseal
ed ears! Louder, higher, swell the hymns of
The seraPhs; brighter grows the smile on your
young wile's lips.
She whispers, dearest I'm almost home; you
VIII come by and BY, and | am going to ask
God to bless you!" But you cannot bear it
you turn away, and the big tears gather in your
violet ewes.
You have held her there on your bosom all
day,-all night; are you tired? But you can't
answer. Closer-closer you clasp the slight,
far figure; painfully you press your lips to the
cold brow-Carrie is dead!
What is it to you that the sunshine is brigh
wha, its cheerful rays fal on tn. broad lands
your lands? What is it-now that she can
walk on them no moreg And what is death
her death? Few people knew her; no vice.pres-
ident must be chosen to fill her place; 10 nation
Will raise a monument to her memoryl But
she was yours; great God of our5-your all
No yours and Gods; and your year of Joy is
over, and she rests on His bosom new in Heav-
EN-. /
They have dug grave for her. Spring Aow-
ers brighten over il, and the green grass smiles
with daisies and yiolets. You go there, and
sigh and pray, and ask God if YOU too may
come laaaei and when no answer comes. yonr |
bold, wicked WORDS upon your tongue, you pause, I
for your guardian angel looks down from heav |
en-, and shispers-" HushI'-- Ladies Christian
Annual