The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1858-05-21
LETTER OF A DYING WIFE.

The following most touching fragment of a
letter from dying wife to her husband, was
found some months after her death, between
the leaves OF a religious volume, which she was
very fond OF peruSing. The letter, which was
1 literally dim with tear marks, was written long
before her husband was aware that the grasp OF
the fatal disease had fastened upon the lovely
form of his wife, who died at the age of nine
teen
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
George, some day when you are turning over
the relics of the past, shall have passed away
forever, and the cold white stone will be keep
ing IFS 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 often nestled close TO your warm
heart. For many long and sleepless nights,
when all but my thoughts were at rest, have
wreStled with the consciousness of approaching
death, until at last il has forced itself upon my
mind, and although to you, 10 others, it might
seem but the nervous Imagination OF a girl,
yet dear George, 1t is SO. Many weary nights
have passed in the endeavor TO reconcile my
self to leaving you, whom love so well, and
this bright world Of sunshine and beauty; and
hard indeed is il TO struggle on silently and alone
with the sure conviction that am about to leave
all forever and go down into the dark valley.
''Bu!, know in whom l have believed, and
leaning on His arm, fear no EVIL"
Do not blame me for keeping even all this
from you. How could subject you of all others,
TO such sorrow as 1 feel at parting, when time
will make it apparent to you. could have
wished to live, if only to be at your side when
your time shall come, and pillowlng your head
upon my breast, wipe the death damp from your
brow, and usher your departing spirit into its
Makers presence. embalmed in woman's holiest
q4F39YsasF q4F39YsasF Is pfsfllet 6T Watching, through long
and dfeary nights, for the spirits fnal flight,
and Of transferring my sinking head from your
breast TO my SavioI's bosom. And you shall
share my last thought and the last faint pressure
of the hand, and the last feeble kiss shall be
yours, and even when flesh and heart shall have
failed me, my eyes shall rest on yours until
placed in death; and our spirits shall hold one
last communion until gently fading from my
view-the last Of earth-you shall mingIe with
the first bright glimpses Of the unfading OF the
better world, where Partings are no more.
Well do krow the spot, my dear George
where you vii LAY me- Often have we stood BY
the place, and as we watched the mellow sunset,
as it glanced in quivering flashes through the
leaves, and FURNISHED the grassy mound around
us with stripes of Furnished gold, each, perhaps,
has thought that some day one of US would come
alone, and whichever ii be, your name would
be on the stone. But we loved the spot, and |
know you will love it none the less when you
see the same sunlight linger and play above
the grass that grows over your Mary's grave
I know you will go there, and my spirit will
be with you then, and whisper among the
waving branches 81 am not lost, but gone
betore.'