The weekly Mississippian. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1859-1864, 1859-08-24
Latter q : Dying wife.

sThe following most touching fragment of q
letter from adying wife to her husband (says
the Nashville Gazette) was found by him some
mouts after her death, between the leaves Of a
religious volume which she was fond Of pc
rusing. The letter, which was literally dim
with her fear-marks, was written long before
her husband was aware that the grasp Of the
atal disease had fastened upon the lovely
form Of his wife, who died at the early age Of
nineteen
when this shah reach your eye, dear
George, some day when you are turning over
the relics of thepast, Ishall have passed away
for ever, and the cold white stone viii be keep
ing its lonely watch over the lips you have 50
often pressed, and the sod win be growing
green that shall hide forever from your sight
the dust Of one who has often nestled close Ia
your warm heart. For many long and sleep
less nights, when ell beside my thoughts wers
at rest have wrestled with the conscious.
ness Of approaching death, until at last It has
sorced itself upon my mind and although
to You and to others it might now seem bui
the nervous imagining Of . girl, yet deal
George, it is so
MANY weary nights have passed in thu
endeaEor to reconcile myself TO leaving you
whom love 50 well, and this bright world o
sunshine and beauty and hard, indeed, it il
to struggle on silently and alone, with thu
sure conviction that am about to leave al
forever, and 90 down into the darkyalley! But
know IN whom have believed and leaning
on his arm, 4 fear no evil Do not blame
me for keeping even all this from you. How
could subject you, Of all others, such sor,
rows q feel at parting, when time will soor
make itapparentto you! could have wished
to live, If only 70 be at your side when your
time shall come and pIiiaying your head OF
my breast, wipe the death us.4us from YOU
brow. and usher your departed sprA into ID
Makers piesence, embalmed in womalrslo:
let prayer. But it's not 10 be, and Isubmit
EoaSz 8 - pp;silssa of watching through
1o1r md 6reary nights, for he spirits fina
6;e6t, nd oftransfsTring sinking the head from
your breast to my savior's bosom And you
hall share my last thought, and the last fainl
pressure Of the hand, and the last feeble kisi
shall be yours, and even when flesh and hear
shall have failed me, my eyes shall rest OF
yours until glazed by death, and our spirit
shall hold one last communion until gently
fading from my view-the last Of earth-yod
shall mingie with the first bright glimpse d
the unfading glories Of the better world, whert
partings are unknown. Well do know the
spot, my dear George, where you viii lay me
ofen we stood By the place, and As we watched
the mellow sunset Is it glanced in quiyerine
flashes through the leaves, and FURNISHED the
grassy mounds around us with stripes Of
Furnished gold, each perhaps, has thought
that some day one Of rs would come alone
and which ever It might be, your name would
be on the stone But we loved the spot, and
know you VIII love it none the less when
you ZEE the same quiet sunlight linger and play
among The grass that grows over your Mays
grave. know you will go there, and my
spirit viii be with you there. and whisper
among the waving branches-I am not lost
hut gone before