The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1857-10-15
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Intho September Knickerbookor is tho
following, which will sufficiently explain
itself:
The announcement of the death Of
Mr.. George Redfeld, Of New York,
which reaches us in the public journals,
startlcs us all at the Cedar Cottage "
|roposing in the silence and quietude of
the country. He loved children. Also
which always follows-for as Byron
says, "Ihe heart must leap kindly back
to kindness children loved him. Mr..
Redtteld was a frank, generous man,
who desplsed all meanness; and he loved
his friends. We saw but little of him
in later months, after we Quilted residing
unintcrruptedly in town; but the last
time we met him. he gave us a charac
| teristically cordial invitation to visit
him at Brooklyn, and begged our ac-
ccptancc of a small but beautiful land.
scape which we had admired at his
apartments in town. Mr.. Redfeld was
still young man; but many years ago
he lost a young and lovely wife-the
lady alluded to in the following passage
| from our little volume, "Knick- Knacks
from an Editors Table" which we hope
to be pardoned for quoting here, for the
| enjoyment Of thousands who are our
readers now, but who were not SO then:
"Ihe following most touching frag-
mcnt Of a letter from a dying wife to
her husband was found by him, some
months after her DEATH between the
leaves Of religious volume, which she
was very fond Of perusing. The letter
was literally dim with tcar-marks;
the grasp Of a fatal disease had fasten-
ed upon the lovely form Of his wife
who died at the carly age of nineteen;
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
George, some day when you are turning
over the relics of the past I 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 so often nestled
close to your warm heart. For many
long and sleepless nights, when all be-
sides my thoughts was at rest, have
wrestled with the consciousness of ap-
| proaching death, till at last it has forced
itself upon my mind; and although to
/ you and to others it might now seem
but the nervous imaginings Of a girl,
/ yet, dear George, it is so! Many weary
hours have l passed in the endoavor TO
| reconcile myself to leaving you, whom
love so well, and this bright world of
sunshine and beauty; and hard indeed
it is to struggle on silently and alone
with the sure conviction that l am about
to leave all forever, and 90 down alone
into the dark valley "But L know in
whom 1 have believed, and leaning up
on his arm, 81 fear no evil" Do not
blame me for keeping even an this from
you How could L subject you, of all
others, TO such sorrow as feel at part
ing, when time will so soon make it ap-
parent to you? could have wished to
to live, if only to be at your side when
your time shall come, and pillowing
your head upon my breast, wipe the
death-damps from your brow, and usher
your departing spirit into its Makers
presence, enbalmed in woman's holest
prayer But it is not so to be-and I
meet submit Yours is the privilege Of
watching, through long aud oTcssry
nights, for the spirits final flight, and
Of transferring my sinking head from
your breast 10 my Savior's bosoml-
And you shall share my last thought
the lastfaint pressure of tho hand and
the last feoblo kiss shall be yours and
even whom flesh and heart shall have
failed me, my eye shall rest ON yours
till glazed by death; and our spirits shall
hold one last fond communion, tia gen
tly fading from my view-th0 last Of
earth-you shall mingle with the FIRST
bright glimpses Of the unhding glories
Of that better world, whore partings
are unknown. Well do I know the
spot, dear George, where you will lay
me- often have we stood By the place
and as we watched the mellow sunset
as it glancodin quiyering flashes through
the leaves, and FURNISHED the grassy
mounds around us with stripes of bur