The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1854-10-03
The Diving Wife.

Yes, she is dying !! Her physician has just
pronounced the solemn words, and yet she.
Sleeps SO quietly. A smile like that of an ,,nei
fant occasionally passes over her downy cheek.
Her breathing is easy and regular, except a lit.
tie shorter, aud she looks so pleasant that you
cannot believe her dying Oh how. earnestly
you beseech the God of life to spare your low
ing and lovely companion. How tenderly you
press her to your heart, like some tender moth.
er would her sleeping infant How passion
ately you press your lips to her cold brow, and
think Of the sweet seasons you have passed
with her! Memory recalls the time when,
with trembling voice, she whispered that your
love was all returned, and how true she has
ever been to that lcve. You recolect how
happy and trusting she looked into your face
when you first pronounced the words "".my
wifep You remember, too, when you have
come in tired and weary, her tender smile and
her upturned eyes, full Of love and sympathy,
were upon you. How willingly she ministered
to all your wants, and, in her own cheerful
way, soon made you forget the turmoils of life.
o memory, be quiet! And yet there is a;
saddened pleasure in such thoughts. for you
know that to that confdng creature you were
ever kind. - :.
But see, she moves, and looks as though she
wishes to speak to some one. How auxiousy
you listen, lest you lose word,
My husband !" she exclaims, II am still
with you, and leaning upon that breast that has.
ever been sweet resting: place for me. but,
my sorrowing one, must leave you. seem
to be more favored than you, for 60 to that
bright land before you; for to part with you
in this cold world and live, would be more than
could bear, therefore the Lord, in his tender
mercies, has been mindful of my weakness
even here, and has called me first. Loved one,
weep not for me; am happy. Death brings
joy to my soul; it releases my happy spirit
from this wearisome body And soon, my hus
band. this brow will be encircled with 2 WreatkS
ling with gems ; and, best OF all, my Saviour,S
who bought the precious gift for me, will be
there, and bid even me welcome to that city,
whose streets are paved with gold, where one
bright summer always reigns. 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 to yours, even for
the last kiss, weep not. for know that anf
happy. l ask you not to forget me. 0 o!I
think of me, and forget all my waywardness;
and meet me, oh meet me. on the fowey
banks of the river of life. There we will new
er be separated, but will bask in the sunshine
of our Pedeemer's countenance for ever, andt
still for ever. But bark what music is that y
it comes still nearer. Who is'it that callsE
me2u.O seei They are coming for mel
with palms of yictory-they smile, they welt
come me {! Icome-1 come! Loved and true,l
farewell! Bless kin,-my-" and so sayIng;I
her lovely spirit takes its flight. She hn'sbes'
her prayers where they can best be heard
before the throne of God.