The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1855-08-15
GONE HOME.

witnessed ihefeeble struggle for life and
seen its little hands folded in death; sweet
blossom thus early called home before the
frosts Of time have settled on that sinle
heart. The mothers eyes are filed with
tears, and the father gazes with saddened
brow upon the wreck OF his foDdest hopes.
Weep not fond motherI God has called the
infant home in mercy-yes, in the abund.
ance Of his loving kindness has he taken its
pure and unsullied spirit to himself. The
babe is thine own in heaven, and soon shalt
thou join him in the Paradise Of God.---
Death already has marked thee for his own,
and the hours Of thy pilgrimage on earth
are numbered. ". #.f ,.Fsa s-Eie'
Nerve thy spirit, stern, proud man, for a
trial deeper than the loss Of the 6rst born
awaits thee. Aye. smile on as thine eye
rests upon. her-the pride of thy manly
heart. "ea t'e- e'1t
Whisper to her hopeful words Of the fu-
ture; brush away those pearly teardrops
from her eyes; and school your own lip to
smile, that she may smile also; treasure up
each fond endearing word from those smil'
ing lips, and respond with full soul. to her
whispered accents Of love. Slumber is
stealing over thy eyelids, and from that
slumber she will wake to smile no more on
earth. ag4 sI g}y ..ta a,ra
She sleeps, but thou, fond, foolish man,
canst not believe this placid slunber the
unerring sign Of dissolution. Sit by her
side, watch every breath through the long
night, and whisper to your deluded heart
that she VIII be well tomorrow. '',s
| And when morning comes she wakens moi
and when friends tell the that she must
die, believe them not; frown back that tear
drop in the presence ef men; it is not manly
TO weep. Speak roughly to the physician. and
assure him that she will soon be well. and
when they have left thee alone, bow thy
lead, for in the presence Of God even the
proud may weep and notb be ashamed.
She awakens, and intelligence beams
from those eyes--the light OF love is there:
ask if she knows you; she cannot speak; bu'
her eyes say yes her arms are raised to
clasp pour neck: treasure up that look for il
is the last. She has gone, but so gently
that though you watched her every breath,
you knew not when the spirit departed -
Now you may weep, for men will not smile
in scorn, and call il weakness to weep owe
the body of Departed wife. Sne has gone
and you have seen her door lifeless body
laid in the grave; you have knelt by the
mound above her head, AMI breathec a
prayer full of anguish to the Father for
strength to bear this your deepest trial.
You are alone in your room. the room,
from which she was carried 10 the grave;
paper, pens, ink are before you, and you
must not shrink from communicating the sad
intelligence Of your loss to the dear ones
thousands Of miles away from you. Your
aged father and mother have the first
claim.
You fancy you see them seated by the
freside in the far distant home, and the
tears gushed forth afresh. They loved her
the angel OF your choice. They made
room in their hearts for another one, even
fer your bride, the daughter you brought
them. You write to them first you want
their sympathy, and how can you write tc
her parents; how infict that wound upon
thoir loving heartsc You begin, but ho'
tears blot the page, and IL must be witt
manly hand you write, for they know you
not, save by tialrepresentations Of you
loved your lost one.
Again and again, you essay to write, and
at last throy down the paper and walk the
room with rapid strides. The sister too
must know the loss. and while you hesitate
letters are brought IN, letters from tha
mother and sister--not to you. but that an
gel wife. Oh. bitterest agony! can you reat
them? Mol yet how gladly she would hav'
read them to you. If she had been spar
ed, aud how doubly bitter the task Of writ
ing nowl
You cannot write 10 the mother. but th'
sister you know. She loves you with sis
ter's fond affection, and to her you pour ou
with a bursting heart. the sum Of your sol
t rows; tears blot the page. but you care no
/ She would weep with you, and you urg
| her to write at once to comfort you. L
we'll to weep. but God has sent the trial
mercy to call your heart from earth TO heav
, en-. Soon. aye. very soon, your spirit vi
be called sojoin the lsyed one in Heayel
Your days are numbered. and your spiri
purified by suffering; will soon be release
/ fren earth. You are alone in land I
swangers. And you pray that the Fath'
(. mai take yon home To- himself, but yc
know not how soon that prayer will be A
swered. =
q lis evening, and glorious autumn SUI
set. All nature smiles. but saddeusd fac
are seen surrounding an open grave. II
y sorrowins one has gone hOmei With
. spirit saddened be learned TO lore Che fAtl
u er Ia heaven, and death came home.
d with stern sad ruthless hand. but gent