The Lansing state Republican. [volume] (Lansing, Mich.) 1855-1874, 1862-05-14
Letter sf . Dying wife.

The following most touching fragment Of .
letter from q dying wife to her husband, Gays
the Nashville Gazette, was found BY him come
months after her death, between the leaves of
religious volume which she was very fond Of peru
sing. The letter, which vas literally dim With
her tear marks, was written long before her hus-
bard was aware that the grasp Of fatal disease
had fastened upon the lovely form of his wife,
who died at the early age of nineteen:
when this shall reach your eve, dear George,
come day when you are turning over tine relics OF
the past, shall have passed away forever, and
the cold white stone will be keeping its lonely
watch over the lips you have 40 often pressed
and the sod will be growing green that shall hide
forever from your sight the dust OF one who has
30 often nestled close 10 your warm heart. For
many long and sleepless nights, when all besides
my thoughts we're at resi-, have wrestled with
the consciousness Of approaching death, until at
last it formed itself upon my mind and although
to you aud to others il may seem but the ner.
vous imagining Of girl, yet dear George, it 10
90! Many weary nights have / passed 10 the
endeavor to reconcile myself to leaving you,
whom loved 60 we'll, and the bright world Of
sunehiI and beauty. and hard il is to struggle
on silently and alone, with the sure coovictisn
that am about TO leave all forever, and 20 down
into the dark valley! But know in whom
have believed, aud leaning on His arm. fear no
evil. De not blame me for keeping even all this
F-e., you. How could subject you of al 9th
ers, to such sorrow as feel at parting, when
limo will soon make il APPARENT to ynnf I eoald
have wished to 1--we. il only to be at year side
when yOur time shall come, and pillcwipg your
| head on my breast, wipe the death damps from
your brow, and usher your departing spirit into
its Makers presence, embalmeA in woman's ho
| liest PRAYER. But il is not to be and esbuit
Yours is the privilege of watching, through Ions
and dreary nights, for the spirits fnal fight, and
Of transferring nv sinking head iron your breast
| to my Saviour's bosom! And yeu shall share
my last thought and the last faint pressure o.
the hand, and the last feeble kiss ebal be yours
and even when Aesh and heart have failed me
my eyes shall rest on yours until glazed BY death
until gently faded from my view-the last q
earth-yod shall mingle with the 6rst bright
glimpses Of the unfading glories Of the bette'
world, where partings are unknown. Well do
know the spot. my dear George, where you vii
lay ne. Often We have stosd by the place, an<
as We watched the mellow sunset a. it glanced ID
qaivering Aashes through the leaves, and will
strips Of buruisbed gold, each perhaps. ha
thought that some day, one Of rs would com,
alone, and whichever it might be, your psm'
would be on the stone. But We loved the SPOT
and know you will love il none the less wheI
you see the same quiet sunlight liDger and pla,
| among the grass that grows over your Mary
grave. know you will 20 there, and my spiri
will be with you then, and whisper among tn,
waving branches-I am not lost. but gone be
FORE"