The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1856-03-20
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our, souls in perfect unison y
'Yes,' said Caspar, as he gently clasped
the hand of his wife; perfect for ours was
a true marriage. Word, thought and deed,
have grown in similitude, till the soul of one
is as the echo to that of the other. Pain is
almost sweet when you are near to minister
to me, and pleasure enjoy not to fulness
unless you are sharer. Yes, my love, we
are going to the grave together. and we shall
soon be joined to those precious pledges who
took their flight heavenward SO long ago.
Tregret not now neither, am sure, can
you, that we laid them SO early in the arms
of Death. They are not sinless; but oh
we deemed them very near perfection
4 did not see till now, Caspar, that your
eyes are heavier than usual;' exclaimed Lu.
cia, after some moments of silence during
which they had s0t hand in hand; shave you
felt i'll to day = .-
ri cannot evade your question, my wife.
In truth, the racking pains in my head, which
have suffered since morning, led me to
muse upon what have told YOU
'And l, too, have felt strange sensation
in my head all day; but | thought if I spoke
Of it it might alarm you
For that very reason have kept silent
but we shall both be better, perhaps, after
nights rest. Let us perform our family de-
votions and retire.
After prayer the red Goals on the hearth
were carefully raked up and covered with
ashes, and in few moments the lights were
put out, and the good old couple slept.
Day dawned again. Earth smiled in its
crystal beauty. 1t was brilliant morning.
Caspar and Lucia were awake with the first
glimmering of light. Indeed, they had slept
uneasily, and had often spoken to each 9th.
er in the still watches of the night.
Lucia! exclaimed Caspar, feebly, you
are burning up; how hot and feverish your
hand is.'
.'And you, too, husband; your forehead is
like coal of fire, and your eyes glare
frightfnlly.'
so do yours. 1t woiild be strange if we
were sick together
'Oh um not SICK responded Lucia, at
tempting to rise; but she fell back heavily
on the bed.
my poor wife, what shall we do /! I too
cannot rise.' ;.
4 had hoped to make you something re-
freshing to drink; but my brain reels and
throbs SO suddenly, and the shooting pains
fly from limb to limb
Higher rose the sun, glariug on the forest
of snow, yet no smoke came from the chin
ney of Caspar Fontaine.
The neighbors wondered, and thought the
old couple had oversight themselves. Broad
noon and still no signs of life from the
unusually busy, inmates.
Mary, jus: run over there said farmer,
who lived near, to his ruddy checked dau gh-
ter, and see if all if anything has happen
ed; tits very strange, seems so still, they
are usually up before We are.'
Mary came flying back in few moments.
Her cheek had lost its rose, and her eyes
were overfo%ing with tears.
4 knocked at the door, father; everything
was silent. ! crept round to the east room,
where they slept, and I heard Mr.. Fontaine
groanine dreadfully. DO go there father
Iknow they must be sick
The farmer. instantly accompanied his
child back, while his wife hurried the meal
that she might have some warm drink for
them should they be sick. The door was
fastened; but through a, low window Mary
crept, and cautiously undid the bolt, and
both together moved to the sleeping apart.
ment.
Flushed with fever, their eyes CLASSY and
glaring, their gray locks in disorder, the two
laid side by side. Caspar was wandering
through other scenes; but his wife was sem
sible, and her eyes were fastened upon the
dear, delirions one.
'Oh neighbor, she family nioafed, Il
believe you find us very near death; but
whatever you do she continued. placing her
hot hand on his, don't separate US, will you!
Let us be together to the last, as we have
been through life. Don't let them separate
us, will you!'
The, warm tears rushed to the farmers
eyes.
mo, no Mrs. Fonta inc, do not fear he
half sobbed as he left the apartment.
A physician was summoned. He SHOOK
his head. Theirs was malignant fever; they
were very old; they might go at any mo-
ment. He advised their being removed into
different beds; but Lucia would not for mo-
mens listen to IL.
mo, no let us die on the same couch
| cannot be parted from him now even for
moment. We shall not survive each other
Before noon Of the next day both slept
thesleep that. in this world, knows no wax
ing, Caspar died first. He had blessed his
wife before departing. Lucia. with her
failing, trembling hand, closed his eyes, and
then composing her own limbs awaiting the
time OF the Eternal. !.
Two collins, side by side; two meek pla-
cid brows, met The eager eyes Of many who
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