Brookville American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1858-1861, 1858-03-12

of infidelity. And / was thinking o.
my glorious triumph, Julian, Of win
ming you from that dark path, by {
power not my own, but His whC
strengthened me for the sacred mission.
MY wife, my wife how can 1 ovel
repay you Through the power Of tn,
Most High, you have saved me. And
oh I sometimes think, il | could por'
tray on canvas the rare virtues ,f your
character. would be satisfied. But
Lily" and his dark, bright eyes were
tearfhl, II intend TO execute painting
for you; and If l can only give the lighl
of Inspiration, tho truth and love ol
your face, darling, it will be my great
est piece Of art and then it will bs
something to keep in remembrance oi
me when / am gone"
Julian ! Julianl do not talk thus"
"I cannot help IL, Lily. The convic.
ton Of truth will forco itself upon my
mind; and hear n voice--a voice that
must be obeyed--calling me hence from
the bright world and from you
A sob of anguish guslied from the
pale lips of the young wife aud he lift.
ed the bowed head, tho artist husband
and laid il gently on his bosom and
oh there was such light of love in
his dark eyes, such depth Of love ex.
pressed in the tones Of his voice, as he
plead with Lily not TO weep.
"For you see, darling he whispered,
"you have taught me the way. 1t has
been beautiful and bright to us; but
weepnot that it should be brief lwould
gladly linger here for your sake, but
the destroyer, Lily, the destroyer, con
sumption, is causing my young life 10
fade"
Yes, the destroyer was "feeding upon
his yitals." 1t revealed itself in the
quick coming and fading flush, that
flashed over his iace; in the brilliant
light of the beautiful eye, the eye whose
misty brightness Lily would gaze upon
-witii-a heast Ha,tessBg is,if- -Pelsisilly
she knew not why. She did not dream
that disease was wasting that noble form
in youth, and speedily bearing it 10 the
tomb. But he knew that his life was
fading away but he would not tell her
ill the time drew nigh. He had borne
up heroically for her sake; but the
strong energies Of youth were giving
way and as his footsteps grew weary
on the verge of time, his faith grew
strong in its trust in God.
And so the bright summer days wan.
ed by, and julian was executing his
last painting--his Lily. II was finish.
cd at last, and he gazed upon it with
qualification for it was indeed true
representation OF his wife. The sweet
childish mouth, the eyes of inspiration
and the fair young brow.
But Lily wcpt, wept bitterly. 1t had
been such sweet dream OF happiness
those three bright, brief years ol We'd
ded love. And there had existed be
tween them soui-union. Spirit-mated
with spirit, and mind with mind and
oh it is such n joy thus TO be united
But the dcath-angel fingered near the
artist.husband
"And as he moved to the pale realms "
Shade, where each shall take his chamber
In the silent halls Of death,
lie went not like the quarry slave, at night,
scourged to his dungeon but sustained,
And soothea by an unfaltering trust,
Approached the grave, like one who wraps th'
Drapery Of his couch about him,
And lies down to pleasant dreams"
Lin my head, darling, and lay 1t OF
your bosom it would be sweet TO di,
there" whispered the husbands voice
in its last thrilling music
Lily swept back the raven hair from
the white brow, aud pressed her loving
lips there He looked up and smiled
and oh there was something touching
ly beautiful in that last smile then til,
light went out from the glorious eyes
and that immortal spirit fluttered home
One wall of anguish gushed frcm th'
lips of the wife, and her head bowot
Ger her dead husband.
They clothed that noble, beautiful
form in the garments of death, an'
laid him down to rest in the quiet grave
Lily's sorrow was bitter, at first bu
as years wore on, her grief became
hallowed memory in her young heart
Not that she had forgotten. Oh ther
is a music in the tones of a dying love,
one glory in the last fading glcnn
of the eye, that a loving heart can neve
forget. And so Lily heard that musi
in the still night aud lifted hcr younl
head IRON her pillow, gazing from he
window at the stars, as if the melod
Of his voice came to her in the whisper
ings of tho night wind, And her cy
would dim with tears, as'In f1ynginatiol
she saw that seraphic smile<hR hover
cd over that husband s.spuntenance, o'e
the glory of life had faded from il for
ever
Four years had passed away an
these four years Lily had spent in he
old homo. But sickness came to tbs
valley, and she was tho victim. lie
eyes grew burningly bright, her cheek