The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1859-01-29
Letter of a Dying wife.

The following most touching fragment Of o
letter from dying wife q her husband, we
7lhi8k We. have. printed heretofore, bot Il l.
something that should bs read more than
once and ve venture 20 bring Il before our
/ readers again, Il was found by the husband
some months after the wife's death, between
the leaves Of a religious volume which she
was very fond perusing, The letter, wHeh
Was literally din With be, ;sarmarks, was
written long before her husband was aware
/ that the grasp Of fatal disease had fastened
upon he lovely form Of his Wife, who died at
the early age of nineteen
"When this shall reach your eye, dear
George some day when you are turning over
the relies Of the past, shall have passed
away forever, and the cold white stone will
bo keeping ia lonely watch over the lps you
have 40 oncn pressed and the sod will bs
growing green that shall hide forever from
your sight the dust Of one who has often
nestled lluae 10 your warm heart Ror ma
/ ny long and sleepcss nigh'' when oil beside
my thoughts were at rest, have wrestled
with consciousnos' of approaching death, un-
I til at last u forced it,elf upon MS mind and
although 20 YOU shd 10 others u might nov
seem but the nervous imagining Of a rifl,
yet dear George, II IL so Many weary
nights have passed In the endsavor to re-
coneile myself to leaving you, whom loved
70 well, md this bright world ~ sunshine
and bcautyi and hard indeed II Ia TO strug.
gle on silently and alone, with the sure con.
yiction that | am about 20 leave all forever
and 60 down into the dark valley but
know IN whom have believed aud leaning
on III, arm, i fear no c,il' DO not blame
me Tor Keeping even az This from YOU How
could subject you, of al Others. to such sor.
row az feel at parting, when time will soon
make il apparent to YOU could have
wished TO live, II only to be at your side
when your time shall come, and pllovng
YOUR head on my breast, wine 'hs d'ath'
damps from ,our urow, and usher your de-
parting iriit into its Makers presence, en-.
balmrd-in. woman's holicst PRAYER Bot Il Is
not TO be and submit. Yours is the priyi-
egc Of Watching through lone and drcary
nights Tor the spirits final fight, and Of trans
fcrring my sinking head from your breast to
my Sayior,- -he@ae,i i-Aad ,ou shall share
my last thought, and the last faint pressure
Of the hand, and the last feeble Hiss shall be
yours. and even when flesh and heart shall
have failed me, my eyes shall rest on yours
until gluyr,i by death, and our spirits shall
hold ono last communion until gently fading
from my ,ewAthe last on carih-you shall
,riHFts WITH ti7r firSt brigtJ RHmpses OF the
unfading glories Of the better world, where
partings are unknown. Well dol know the
spot, my dear George. where you will lay me
oflen VIC stood by the place, and as we watch
ed the mellow sunset, rs /, glanced in quiy-
rring flashes through the leaycf, aud burnish-
ed 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 Bu,---cf6vrd the spot, and
! know YOU will love il none the less, when
YOU see the same quiet sunlight lingcr and
play among the grass that grows over your
Marys grave. know YOU will go there,
and my spirit win be with you then, and
whisper among tho waving branehes'I am
not lost, but gone before"