Litchfield enquirer., 1854-10-19
The Dying Wife,

Yes, she is dying Her physician has just pronounced the solemn words. and ye, she sleeps so quietly. A smile like that of an infant occasionally passes over her downy cheek. Her breathing is easy and regular, except Ltlle shorter and she looks so pleasant that you can not believe her dying. Oh! how earn estly you beseech God of life to spare your loving and lovely companion. How tende'ly you press, her to your heal, like some tender mother would her sleep ing infant! How passionally you pres g your lips to her cold brow, and think oi the sweet seasons you have passed with herl Memory recalls the time when, with trembling voice, she whispered that your love was all returned, how tue she has ever been to that love. You recoIlect how happy and trusting she looked into your face when you first pro nounced the words "my wife ]" You remember, too, when you have come in tired and weary, her tender smile and her up,urnsd eyes, full of love and sympathy. were upon you. How will. ngly she ministered to all your wants. and, in her own cheerful way soon m ,de you forget the turmoils of life.
 Ah, memory. be quiet! And yet there is s,ddencd pleasure in such thoughts, for you know that to that confding creature you were ever kind.
 But see. she moves, and looks as though she wishes 10 speak to some one How anxiously you listen, lest you lose a word. l .e aa@
 My husband!' she exclaims, 'I am still with you, and leaning upon tha breast that has ever been sweet rest ing place for me but, my sorrowing one, I must leave you! I seem to be more favored than you. for I go to that bright land before you; for to part with you in this cold wo,ld and live, would be more than I could bear. therefore the Lo,d. in his tender mercies, has beer mindful of my weakness even here, and has called me first. Loved one weep not for me, lam happy. Death brings l joy to my soul 1t releases my spirit from this wea,isome body. And soon, my husband. this brow will be encircled with wreath of neyer>fading glo ies-- a glorious crown spnrklng with. gems and. best of all, my Sv,our. who bought the precious gift for me, will b. there, and bid even me welcome to that city, whose streets aa,e paved vi h gold where one bright summer always rtigns. and where parting, sorrow. pain. and anxiety will never come. Then, dear one, when you see me cold and dead, when these limbs once lay still and quiet, when these lips, that ever gave back the kiss you gave. refuse to, respond 10 yours even foi ,he' last kiss. weep not. for know that am happy. I ask you not to for get me. O, no !-,hink Of me. and forget my waywa,dnes and meet me oh meet ms on the fiowery banks oI ,be riyer of life. There we will never bt separated. but will bask in the sGashine 0g our Rrdeemer's countenance forever and sill forever. But. Lark what mu SIG is that Lit comes still nearer Whc is ii calls me o. I see! They are coming for me with palms of yic'ofy-4.. they smile. they welcome me! come ! --I comel Loved and true. farewell Bless him--my-" and so saying. she' lovely spirit takes it's flight. She finish es her praye,s where they can best b. heard the throne of God.
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