The Van Buren press., 1859-09-14
NO.. II.

LETTER OF DYING WIFE.-Thc follow
ing most touching fragment Of letter from
dying wife to her husband, says the Nash
vile Gazette, was found by him, some
months after her death, between the leaves
Of religious volume which she was very
fond of perusing. The letter, which was
literally dim with her tear marks, was writ
ten long before her husband was aware that
the grasp of fatal disease had fastened upon
the iov ,y form Of his wife. who had died at
the early age Of nineteen
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
George, some day when you are turnin.,
! over the relics OF the past, shah have pass
ed away forever, and the cold white stone
will be keeping it's lonely watch over the
lips you have SO often. pressed, and the sod
will be growing green that shall hide forev.
er from your sight the dust Of one who
has often nestled close to your warm heart,
For many long and slecpless nights. whc,,
all beside my thoughts were at rest, have
wrestled with the consciousness of approach
ing death, until at last it has forced itself
upon my mind; and although to you and to
others it might now seem but the nervous
imagining of girl, yet, dear George, il is
so Many weary nights have / passed in
! the endeavor to reconcile myself to leaving
you, whom Lowell so we'll, and this bright
world of sunshine and beauty and hard
indeed it is to struggle on silently AMI a.
lone, with tho sure conviction that / nm
about to leave all forever and 60 down into
the dark valley ! But know in whom
have belived,' and leaning on His arm i 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 feel at
parting. when time will soon make it appa-
rent to you! could have wished to live,
if only to be at your side when your tins
shall come and pillowing your head ON my
breast, wipe the death damps from your
brow. and usher your departing spirit into
its Makers presence, embalmcd in woman's
holiest prayer. But it is not to be, and I
submit. Yours is the privilege of watch
ing through long and drcary nights, for tho
spirits final flight, and Of transferring nv
sinking head from your breast to my Sa
viour's bosom. And you shall share nv
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 communion until gently ia
ding from my vicw-thc last Of carth-you
shall mingle with the first brigh. glimpscs
of the unfading glories of the better world.
where par:ings are unknown. Well do |
know the spot, my dear George where you
will lay me: the mellow sunset has glanc-
cd in quivering 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
us would come alone, and whichever it
might be. your name would be on the stone
But we loved the spot, and l know you
will love it none the less, when you see the
same quiet sunlight linger and play among
the grass that grows SO green over your
Mary's grave, l know you will go there
and my spirit it will be with you there, and
whisper among the waving branches.
am not lost, but gone before