Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1856-02-13

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health, and how frail tie bound her t.
earth, would cause his heart to sink anC
he would press her slight form to his bo
som with silent prayer that God woulc
save her to him, nor leave him entirely
alone again with nothing to live for
thus, when with Annie, he seemed to live
for her alone. Yet when Herbert sal
in his study alone, engaged in writing
there ever appeared pair of soft, dark
eyes looking down upon him, very unlike
Armies, and he felt as in the presence oil
one who knew every emotion of his soul
and under whose influence he thought and
wrote. He had often tried to free him.
self from this delusion, bat his efforts
were all useless. the image of the loved
one of his youth seemed ever by his side
In these silent hours passed in his study
-he wrote for Helen, and when he com
posed his most brilliant productions, the
look of approval in those calm, spirit eyes
were dearer far to him than the applause
with which the world greeted them
Sometimes the thought that it was unjust
to Annie to let the image of another share
the heart she believed wholly her own,
would inrrude and cause him unhappy
hours, though he strove not to reproach
himself for that which he could not posi-
bly, prevent. Thus the months passed
away. and the happy Annie would read
and praise with childish enthusiasm each
new work of her husbands, unconscious
of the connection which Herbert ever
felt between them and his spirit compan-
ion.
Annie Moleen lay upon her dying bed.
Not fond fathers or husbands love, nor
the best medical skill London afforded,
could longer keep the foe at bay. The
The hcalthful glow that had tinged her
cheek the first year of her marriage, was
gone with the elasticity of her step. For
months the tide of life had been ebbing,
and nnwitewas at it's lowcyf.=-
Young aud beautiful, sire must leave the
world that was now so bright and health
full, so full of happiness to her. Her faith
err, pale and feeble with the anguish of
his heart, Dent over one side of her couch,
while on the other knelt Herbert, his eyes
at times fixed with a despairing glance
upon her fading feature, but oftener with
his face pressed down against the pill
lows.
She lay with her eyes closed, and an
expression of pain on her countenance,
her breath coming with difficulty, and the
dew of death gathering upon her snowy
brow. After few moments she seemed
to breathe freer and opening her eyes she
glanced from father to husband several
times, then with an effort placed her arm
around Hcrbert's neck, and drew his face
down close to hers, murmuring as she did
so, Dear, dearest husband, do not grieve
So you have been very kind to me, and
oh, how happy | have been. with you, it
seemed as though long lifetime were
too short time to love you-but / must
leave you now"
Annie, Annie, / cannot give you up 2"
exclaimed the distressed Herbert.
oh. yes, Herbert, you can trust me to
God-He will take me to Him-He gave,
He takes-IIis will be done. Dear Her
bert. try to be reconciled to whatever He
doeth. There have been times when it
would not have seemed so hard to me to
die, but God knoweth best-He has let
me live two years with you, darling and
oh, they have been very, very happy
years"-her voice sank, and she seemed
to close her eyes from WEAKNESS, while a
smile fingered over her lips. Soon she
resumed, Do not mourn after am gone,
try to be cheerful, happy. would not
have my memory shadow darkening
your life. Think of me as happy, strive
also to be happy. Remember whatI say"
she turned to her father. Father, my
dear father, | am going, but you will
have Herbert with you. He will ever be
son to you, / know. You must love
one another and stay together for my
sake. Do not feel so troubled, father
Kiss me, dear father. Do not stay here
when | am gone, you and Herbert must
travel you must not remain in this place
farewell, father-my dear Herbert,n-
her voice had gradually grown fainter
Herbert held his ear closer, thinking she
was still whispering, but no sound, no
breath came from those closed lips, they
we're still in death!
Mr.. Stewart and Herbert left England
soon after Armies death. They visited
Italy, and remained there many months.
Among the interesting ruins Herbert took
more pleasure than he had supposed he
could take in anything again, and its de-
lightful climate had benefited Mr.. Stew
arts health, which had failed considerably
beneath the shock Of his daughters
death.
Other countries too had they visited,
and more than a year had passed when
they arrived at Paris, intending to remain
as long. as they could find anything in the
city that could in an way interest them,
and leave for America. Soon after their
arrival, as time hung heavy on their
hands, they attended the theatre. AS the
play proceeded, Herbert not finding much
attraction in the performance, turned his
attention to the audience. As his eyes
roved carelessly over the brilliant assem-
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