Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1858-04-17


4 TOUCHING LErTER.--The Nash
vile Gazette says the following
most touching fragment Of 8 lette
: from dying wife to her husband
was found by him some month";
after her death between the leave
Of a religious volume, which sht
was very fond Of perusing. Thit
letter, which was literally dim witt
tear marks, was written long be
fore her husband was aware that
| the grasp Of fatal disease had fast
ened upon the lovely form of his
wife, who died at the early age 0:
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 for
ever, and the cold white shroud
will be keeping its lonely watch
over the lips you have so often
pressed, and the sod will be grow.
ing 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, I have wrcst-
led with the consciousness of ap~
preaching death, until at last it has
forced itself upon my mind and
although to you, to others it might
now seem but the nervous ilnagin-
ing Of girl, yet dear George, It is
$50! Many weary nights have I
passed in the endeavor to reconcile
myself to leaving you, whom love
so well, and this bright world of
sunshine and beauty; and hard IN
deed is it to struggle On silently
and alone with the sure conviction
that | am about to leave all forever
and 60 down into the dark valley !!
But, I know in whom I have
believed, and leaning on his arm,
| fear no evil"
Do not blame u1e tor keeping
even all this from you. How cos1ld
/ subject you, Of all others, to such
sorrow as I feel at parting, when
time will make it apparent to you1
| could have wished t., live if only
to be at your side when your time
shall come, and pillowing your
head upon my breast, wipe the
death danps from your brow, and
usher yorr departing spirit into its
Makers presence, embalmed i'll
woman's holiest prayer. But it is
not to be--and I submit. Yours is
the privilege OF watching, through
long and dreary nights, for the sp;r-
it's final flight, and Of transferring |
my sinking head from your breast
to my savior'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 glazed by death: and |
our spirits shall hold one last COM
munion until gently faded from my /
yiew-the last Of earth-you shall
mingle with the first bright Gimp
ses Of the unfading glories Of the
better world, where partings are
Well do I know the
spot, my dear George, where you
will lay me. Often we stood by
the place, and as we watched
The mellow sunsetsas it glanced in
flashes through the leaves
and FURNISHED the grassy mound
is with stripes Of FURNISHED gold, I.
each, perhaps, has thought that
some day one OF us would come
alone, and whichever It might be,
7our name would be On the stone.
But we loved the spot, and I know
7ou will love it none the less when /,
1ou see the sanequiet sunlight lin
ger and play among the grass that
crows oyer your. Mary's grave. I ,
know you will go there, and my
pirit will be with you then, and ;
Whisper among the waving branch
IS, = am notlost but gone before" " ,
An Irishman attending a Quaker ::
Meeting heard young friend make |
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