The weekly Placer herald., 1854-04-29

ter of dying wife to her husband who
had for the love of gold, left her and gone
to California, was found by him some
months after her death, between the leaves
of religious volume which she was fond
Of perusing. Many who have sought the
golden treasures of California, and left
behind them homes where happiness and
health made their abode; will return to
desolate hearths to weep over the graves
of the loved and lost:
c., some day when you are turning
over the relies 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 will be growing green that shall hide
forever from your sight the dust of one
who has often nestled close to your warm
heart. For many long and seepless
nights, when all beside my thoughts are at
rest, have wrestled with the conscious
ness Of approaching death, until at last it
has forced itself upon my mind; and al
though to you and to others it might seem
but the nervous imagination of girl, yet,
dear C., it is so. Many weary hours
have passed in the endeavor to reconcile
myself to leaving you whom | love so
well, and this bright world of sunshine
and beauty, and hard indeed is it to strug-
gle on silently and alone, with the sure
conviction that | am about to leave all
forever, and 60 down alone into the dark
valley. 'But know in whom have
trusted and leaning upon His arm, Il
fear no evil.' Don't blame me for keep
ing all this from you. How could | sub
ject you, of all others, to such sorrow as
! feel at parting when time will soon
make it apparent to you.
! could have wished to live, if only to
be at your side when your time shall come,
and pillowing your head upon my breast,
wipe the death damps from your brow,
and usher your departing spirit into its
Makers presence, embalmed in woman's
holiest prayers. But it is not to be So
and | submit. Yours Is the privilege of
watching, through long and dreary lights,
for the spirits final flight, and of trans
fering my sinking head from your breast
to my Savior's bosom. But you shall
share my last thought; the last faint pres
sure Of the hand, and when flesh and
heart shall have failed me, my eve shall
rest on yours till glazed in death; and our
spirits shall hold one last fond communion
until gently fading from view-the last of
earth-you shall mingle with the first
bright glimpse of the unfading gories of
that better world where partings are un-
known. Well do / know the spot, dear
C, where you will lay me; often have
l stood by the place, and as we watched
the mellow sunset as it glanced in quiv-
ering flashes through the leaves, and bur-
nished the grassy mounds around US with
stripes of gold, each perhaps has thought
that one Of US would come alone, and
whichever it might be, your name would
he on the stone. But we loved the spot
and | know you'll love it none the less
when you see the same quiet sunlight lin
ger and play among the grass that grows
on your Mary's grave. | know you will
60 often alone there, when am laid there,
and my spirit will be with you then, and
whisper through the waving branches, Il
am not lost, but gone before.'"
The arrival Of the Lord Wnrriston
with nearly eight hundred Chinese immi-
grants is significant fact. BY the ac-
connts which this vessel brought from