The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-06-15
10 be Continued.
The Dead Wife.

- In comparison with the loss of wife. all 9th
enrthy bereavements t.ihine. The wife.
she who fills so large space in the Domestic En-
zven--she who is busted, so unwearied in IibofiBg
for the precious ones around her-bitter, bitter is
the tear that falls en- her cold clay! You s. and
beside her coffin andthink of the spastl It seems
an amber colored pathway where the sRn sbone
upon beautiful flowers, the stnrs hung gliftering
ovarhead. Fnn would the soul linger i}IPre M
fhorns are remembered above that sweet clay,
save those which your hands may unwiitng.y
have pla1ted.- Her noble tender heart lies
open to your inmost sight. You think of her as all
gentleness, all. beauty, all purity. Bat she is
dead!, The dear head that rested upon your bo-
som, rests in the still darkness. upon a pill ow
of clay. The hands that have miuisfered SO un-
tirngly. are folded, white and cold, beneath the
gloomy portals. The heart. wh4se every beat
measures an eternity of love lies under your feet
The flowers she bent over with smiles bend now
above her with tears, shaking the dew from THEN
petals. that the verdure which surrounds her may
be kept green and beautiful.
Many husband has read this in the silence oi
a broken home There is no white arm over your
shoduler-no trembling lips to murrnnr, "e 1t is
| sad!'' "a - .aas5 ...s.l5.-.
The little one whose nest death has ri1ad. ga
yes in wonder at your solemn face, puts up h's
tiny hand to stay the tear, and then nesiles bach
again to its fathers bosom half C c1nseions that the
wing which sheltered it most fondiy is broken.
There is so strange hush in evesy room!s No
light footstep passing around. No smile TO greei
you at nghtfali. Ard the old cluck ticks ant
strikes, and ticks-it was such music when sHt
could hear it! Now it seems 10 knell only the
honrs thro' which you watched the dark shadows
of death gathering upon her sweet taee. se..
II strikes one--the fatal time when The dentf
warrant rang out, "there is no hope" lwo!-
! The lies placdly still-sometimes smiling faint
ly. sometimes g,eying late, for she is young t'
tread the valley of the shadow of death. Three
She babe is broughtin and its little face laid Oh he
bosom for the last time. Fourl her breath com
es fainter, but heavenly joy irradates her brow
FIVE! There is slight favorable chapge-0, tha
she might live. Father spare her.
Thy will be donen'
. IT was her soft. broken accents. Yes, Heaven
! Iy Father, who gavest her TO bless me, Thy viii
be tloner' ,ssa, =.
Six. There are fontsteps near-weeping friends
She bids them farewrlI as she murmurs, Nee
me in Heaven!" The damp drops have ga,h+re'
4 on her palld featnrer You feel-O. how ofe
THAT the grave cannot keep her. You know sh
is in a happier world: yet, that sometimes she
even by our sde--an angle presence! You thin
of Your innocent babe. that she is guarding it!
81 Cherish these emotions; they will make yo
happier. Let her presence be as charm to keel
You from evil In all new and pleasant come
ions give her spirit, place in your heart. New
er forget what she has been 10 you-that she hA
loved you! Be tender Of her M moryTTsso tina
YOU meet her with soul unstained "a bright an
beautiful spirit bride-where no one shall say an
more forever. "She is dead" m .ss!s .s4f -sa