The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-10-27
She Is Dying.

AHO AoiiV"lhS 10 suolilcIy pcuuHuI anu
pathetic, and could only have been dictated
bya heart that has experienced all the bit.
terfiess that1s therein expressed. Who is
the author, we know not. but suspect It is an
extract from some book. If anybodyican
read II withoutomoisture NJ in the eve and
stones in the throat, they are worthy Of
marble: 39"isa 1a .sa - ss5oseo hEs z0i'5s
SHE IS DYTNG.-Hush she is dying. The
sunlight streams through the plate glass
windows, the room is frogrent with the
sweet breathloI the Southern nfoweIs---large,
milk.white African iilies-Foses a. nightin.
gale would stoop to worship, Cape ,Jessa-
mines, and cameliRs, with their largeglossy
leaves. Q @, ,src0soH 4 Z ;gfel4eosG
Through the open easement steals the
the faint musical tinkles Of playing foun-
tains; and the light tempered pleasantly by
rose curtnins Of embroidered satin, kim
dies up gorgeous paintings with a halo as
bright as a rainbow Itis as il freshsr sun!
shine were falling earthward on tho bower
of beauty. Is ...' e. a,,.ta 80
/ The canary sings in his gilded cage--her
canary; and the mockihg BIRD raises his
clear note higher and higher on tho per.
fumed air. .rs% ,e.al. .aE a..a-a. l-sf
Why do you clench your hands till the
nails draw the rich, rosy blood through the
thin, quivering skin! Why do you grind
your teeth together, and hiss between that
one word, hushl It's beautiful name I'm
sure; and that lady, with her head upon her
bosom, is fair as any dream vision of pain
Surely, nothing could be purer than that
broad high brow; nothing brighter than
those golden curls. s5 I'd ..:ssst tas
/ And she loves you too 4! All! yes any one
can read that in the deep violet eyes, rais-
ed SO tenderly to your own. All! that is it;
your young wife loves you.
She linked TO yours the existence of an
angel, when she knelt beside you at the
marriage altar, and placed her hand in
yours. .f. ..e,r ......-... ...e--.a
For twelve long, golden SUNNY months,
an angel has walked or sat by your side,
or slept in your bosom.
You know it! No mortal woman ever
made your heart bow before purity so di-
vine! .'".
No earthly embrace ever filled your soul
with the glory from beyond the stars; no
earthly smile ever shone SO uncangingly
above all such noisome things as your earth
worms cali care and trouble. She is an an
gel, and other angels have been singing to
her in the long days ofthis pleasant June
time.
a." Hush," you say, but you can't shut out
the anthem notes OF Heaven from those un.
sealed ears! Louder, higher, swell the
hymns of the seraphs; brighter grows the
smile on your young wife,s lips. .ll..l4
She whispers, dearest, Pm almost
home, and you will come by and by, ant
I arm going to ask God to bless you!' But
you cannot bear it--you turn away and the
big tears gather in your eyes. b, ,.eI
You had held her onyour bosom aIl-day
all night; are you tired! But you can't
answer. Closer-closer yor clasp the
slight, fair figure; painfully you press your
lips to the cold brow Carrie. is dead. 3 x
What is it to you that the sunshine il
bright; what that its cheerful rays fell on
the broad land! WHAT is it-@now that she
can walk OIL them no morel And what i:
death-her death! Few people knew her
no ce-president must be chosen to fill hel
place; no nation will raise monument tt
memory!--But she was yours! great God o
ours, your all! @ a, siagl aeH-'a.
No, yours and Gods; and your year Of JOY
is over, and rests on his bosom now il
Heaven. 1.'.- '.''' '..s-'' '.''-' 1''
They have dug grave for her, Sprin!
flowers brighted over it and the green gras
smiles with daisies and violets. You e
there, and sigh and pray, and ask God if 70,
to may come home? and when no answe
comes, your proud heart, rises up, in bitter
ness, with the bold, wicked. words upo
your tongue, you pause, for your guarda
angel looks down from heaven, and whis
, pers--" Hush!" .-.4z zrg-.,. d: ,-su
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