Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-09-24
A DY1xe WIFE TO HER HUSBAND

We are indebted to a lady friend for
the following most touching extract from
letter written, says the Savannah NelUS
and Herald, by a dying wife to her hus-
band, which 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 tear marks,
was written long before the husband was
aware that the grasp Of q fatal disease
had fastened upon the lovely form Of his
devoted wife, who died, it is stated, at
the age of nineteen. It shows how faith
Omless is the depth of y true Woman's
affections:
"When this shall reach your eve, dear
O., some day when you are turning
over the relics Of the past, shall have
passed away forever, and the cold, white
stone be keeping its lonely watch over
the lips you have SO often pressed, and
the sod will be growing that shall hide
forever from your sight the dust Of one
who has so often nestled close to your
warm heart. For many long and sleep
less nights, when all my thoughts were
at rest, / have wrestled with the con-
sciousness OF approaching death, until at
last it has forced itself upon my mind 1;
and although TO you and to others it
might seem but the nervous imagination
Of girl, yet, dear G - is it not 50 ?
Many weary, weary hours have passed
in the endeavOr to reconcile myself to
leaving you, whom 1 love so well, and
this bright world Of sunshine and beauty /;
and hard indeed is il 10 struggle on ST.
lently alone, with the sure conviction
that 1 am about to leave all forever and
go down alone into the dark valley :
but 1 know in whom 1 have trusted, >
and leaning upon his arm fear no
evil Don't blame me for keeping all
this even from you. How could l sub
ject you, Of all others, to such sorrow as
feel at parting, when time will soon
make il apparent to you? / could have
wished TO live, IL only to be at your side
when your time shall come, and pillow
ing your head upon my breast, wipe the
death damps from your brow, and usher
your departing spirit into the Makers
presence, embalmed in woman's holiest
prayer. But it is not to be so-and
submit.
Yours is the privilege Of watching
through long and dTeary nights for the
spirits final fight, and transferring my
sinking head from your beast to the
Savior's bosom! Ana you shall share my
last thought; the last faint pressure Of
the hand, and the last feeble kiss shall he
yours I; and even when flesh and heart
shall have failed me, my eye shall rest on
yours until gIszed by death-and our
spirits shSll hold one last fond COM
muniOn, until gently fading from my
view-the last of esrth-yOu shall miDgle
with the first bright glimpses of the IN
fading glories of that better world, where
PRrtings are unknown. Well do / know
the spot, dear c., where you will
lay me; often have we stood by the
place, and as We watched the mellow
sunset as it glanced in quivering flashes
through the leaves and frightened the
grassy mounds around US with stripes of
bdrnished gold, each has thought that
one OF us would come alone; and which
ever It might be your name would be ON
the stone. But you loved the spot, and
I know you'll love me none the less when
you see the same quiet sunlight linger
and play among the grass that covers
Msry's grave. ] know you will 90 often
alone, when / am laid there, and my
spirit will be with yOu then, and whisper
among the waving branches, ! am not
lost, but gone before.'"