Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1861-03-28

know she wiil be yours know of none more
worthy, and earth has few who are worthy Of
her. Yet still, after all your kindness to nc !
Fave ono more request to make have told
you that have no friends, and when my last
hour draws nigh, will You grant that I may
spend it with her, if She will come? She will
be yours for lifetime, for / knoo that she loves
y0u only. But cannot die content without
seeing her once more, and then when ON dy-
ing. 0, surely she pH not refuse my last re-
qaest2
Mr.. G. assured him that he thought would
come, telling him that it was atmy instigation
that he had at lirst called
"Wus it? 0, noble girl thrice noble Ge-
norie then she viii come. Yes, she rcH come,
for size promised me her friendship once. But
not til then, not till Chen lest her presence
should again mako me wish to liyc, and God has
heard my prayer and will soon call me. Go
now, must be alone She taught me how to
pray, and you have shown nc how much need
have to DO 50, and also that it brngeth peace
Go now my brother for to day, but tomorrow
| shall wish to see you again. -
This Mr.. D. related to me, saying also that
he did not think it would be long ere the sum.
mons would come, and Eulie, when it does,
shaHg go.
April 3.
1t is night ngan--nght without, and night
within, for my soul is heavy and sad with weep.
ing, that have been the cause of go much sor-
row. Its strange that itnust beso Q, Eulie
Eulie why ,cas it SO But must tell you.
Scarcely had risen this morning, when that
summons came, and after my trembling fingers
had arrayed myself, (ior would not allow an
other to aid me,) was handed into a carriage
by Mr. c., and quickly borne to the death-bed
Of Murry Lynn. Paler than the frosted snow
bank, lie rcclined upon his couch, his glossy
curls flung back from that high brow, and his
eyes closed as if death had already claimed him.
But never Shall forget the smile which illu-
mined every feature as lie opened hs eyes and
beheld me standing by the bedside Extending
his hand, while bright glow for a moment
flushed his check, he said
{" Genorie, 0, Genorie God bless you for
coming 0, | hayo lohged to hear yaur voice
oace more. 10 gaze into he holy depths of your
eyes l could not die without it. o, God bicss
you for coming, Geuorie, God bless you ;"
could only say Poor Murry" " for was
shocked to SEQ the change in his appearance,
telling now much he had suffered.
mo, no do hot say SO, for 0, lam happy
noc. have prayed for this hour, and now Q,
God thank thee. The last drop of bitterness
is taken away in the joy of your presence .,
it will be sweet to die thus, with your living
face before me, and your hand in mine. You
will not take it away, Genorie? aud he family
pressed my hand, which he still retained.
replied that would not, and for while he
remained silent. gazing in my face, his counte-
nance irradiated as had never seen it even in
his happicst moments. At length he spoke, as
he raised his ewes to heaven, 90, death what
life would not give me thou hast given o, JOY,
ioy my soul must break through my heart to go
to nv Fathers feet, and thank Him for this
hour. Yes, thank God thank God y Then
turning to me he said, " You wonder Genorie,
that sent for you, knowing as did that your
love for me was utterly gone, save that OF friend
for friend. But together with the unconquera-
bic wish to see you, there was also much wished
to tell you. Have you forgiven me for asking
you to come?
40, | have nothing to forgive, but much to
grieye for, that have been such sorrow to
you, " replied, with starting tears
"Do not Weep" he quickly added. 1t
calls back the bitter past too much, and yet it
is of that | wish to talk, You remember the
promises made you at Saratoga? @, Genore,
/ did strive earnestly for while to keep them,
but had not strength of principle enough and
at last fell back to the old state of feelings.
Lillian, my poor wrorged Lillian, bore my neg
ect like an angel, and so time wore on, each
month adding stroke to her breaking heart.
0, what villain was to let her die. But in
all my sin did not neglect her with the thought
that it would cause her death. o, no, was
innocent Of that But it did; know that |
murdered her by my cruel neglect. was wretch
ed myself, and 50 | cared not for any one else.
At last her father awokc to n knowledge of her
situation, and seeking me he rouscl me to the
fact that she was slowly but surely dying Then
Genorie, then when it was too late, did my heart
acknowledge her worth. Then did find that
in spite of my love for you, yet loved my wife.
But it was too late, and all my then aroused
tenderness could not save her. As if to hasten