Georgetown weekly news., 1855-04-05
For Husbands.

There are many husbands in California
whose wives are far off in the Atlantic
States, who upon reading the following let
ter of deserted and dying wife, will, at
least, feel; provided they have such thing
as feeling
This touching fragment Of letter 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 a religious vol
ume 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
"When this shall meet your eye, dear
c., some day when you are turning over
the relics 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 Of
ten nestled close to your warm heart. For
many long and sleepless nights, when all be-
side my thoughts are at rest, have wrestled
with the consciousness of approaching DEATH
until at last it has forced itself upon my
mind; and although to you and to others it
might seem but the nervous imagination of
girl, yet, dear c., it is so. Many
weary hours have I passed in the endeavor
to reconcile myself to leaving you whom l
love so well, and this bright world of sun
shine and beauty, and hard indeed is it to
struggle on silently and alone, with the sure
conviction that am about to leave all for
ever, and go down alone into the dark val
ley. But | know in whom have trusted,
and leaning upon His arm, 4 fear no evil.
Don't blame me for keeping all this from
you, How could I subject you, of all 9th
ers, to such sorrow as l 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
pilIowing your head upon my breast, wipe
the death damps from your brow, and usher
your departing spirit into its Makers pres
ence, 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 nights, for the spirits final
flight, and of transferring my sinking head
from your breast to my Sayiors BOSOM
But you shall share my last thought; the
last faint pressure of the hand, and when
flesh and heart shall have failed me, my eye
shall rest on yours till glazed in death; and
our spirits shall hold one last fond commun-
ion until gently fading from view-the last
of earth-you shall mingle with the first
bright glimpse of the unfading glories of
that better world where partings are un-
known. Well do | know the spot, dear
G.. where you will lay me; often have l
stood by the place, and as we watched the
mellow sunset as it glanced in quivering
flashes through the leaves, and FURNISHED 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 be on the stone.
But we loved the spot-and | know you'll
love it none the less when you see the same
quiet sunlight inger and play among the
grass that grows on your Mary's grave. |
know you will 60 often alone there, when l
am laid there, and my spirit will be with
you then, and whisper through the waving
branches, 4 am not lost, but gone before. ;"