Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1868-10-13
She is Dying.

''She is dyingl The sun light streams
through the plate glass wlndow-the room IS
fragrant with the Southern fowers-large milk
white African Elies-roses a nightingale would
stoop to worship; cape jessamines and camellas
With their large glossy leaves. -
Through the open easement steals the faint,
musical tingle of playing fountains; the light
tempered pleasantly by rose curtains OF en-
broidered satin, kindes up gorgeous old paint
lugs with halo bright as rainbow.
1t is as if fresher sunshine were falling earth
ward on the bower. of beauty.
The canary sings in his gided cage-her ca
nary; and the hooking bird raises his clear
notes higher and higher on the perfumed air.
Why do you clench your hands until the nails
draw the rich rosy blood through the thin,
quiVering skin? Why do you grind your teeth
together and hiss between them that one word,
hush? It's beautiful home, am sure, and
that lady with her hand upon her bosom is fair
as any dream vision of the painter.
Surely, nothing could be purer than that
broad, high brow: nothing brighter than those
curls. .-r 3. - z-5~..> +. s
And she loves you too! All! yes, any one
can read that 10 the deep violet eyes raised so
ienderly to your own. All that IS 1t your
young wife loves you. -
She linked to yours the existence OF an angel
when she knelt beside yous at the marriage al
tar and placed her hand in yours. 5F5o. :.a~'
tor twelve long golden Summer months an
angel has walked or sat by your side, OF slept
onyour BOSOM - ~ =. +.
You know i'll No mortal woman evcrmade
your heart bow before purity so divine. - =
No earthly embrace ever filled your soul with
the glory beyond the stars; no earthly smile
.fx,' how .olI
il1lngs as you earth worms call care and trou-
Die. She is an angel, and other angels have
Oeen singing to, her in the long days ofthls
peasant June time. - s.s}sr.ss 90 ;5g@Yss
hush, you say, you can't shut the anthem.
notes of heaven from those unsealed ears--lon-
ger, lighter, swell the hymns OF the seraphs;
lips - >' - :. - - i ga
one whispers, Dearest, I'm almost home,
and | am going to ask God to bless you'll But
YOU cannot hear it-you turn away, and the
OlS tears gather in the violet eyes.
ou had held her there on your bosom all
usy-al night; are you tired? But you can t
sus"er. Closer closer you clasp the slight fair
bssEe painfully you press yourips to the cold
"GMT,,-Carrie M, is dead 81. 1- -
v1 NAT Is 1t to you that the sunshine is bright;
,na snat That its cheerful rays fall on the broad
can auus3our lands? What is it, now that she
saa walk on them no more? And what is death
onn ner death? Few people knew her: 40 wise
~i u1n must be chosen to fill her place no nation
'hn al raise monument to her memory! But
'Os SWas Was yours. great God of ours-yours all!
,ra NO. yours and Gods; and your years of 10y
bs b" over: she rests on His bosom now in
III LARGE LANDED SPECULATION ENDED. = It
R;0,D RP;iDe remembered by our readers, says the
naS1d aSnlnond Enquirer, that some weeks ago a
ssn Sa,y OF Northern capitalists socalled, repre-
mss5g rra.ing that they bad millions sat their com.
inaa, iiuao, arrived here and proceeded on tour of
ra;i' a;;ipsc'lon to the terminus of the York River
mnai @naIao upon the York river. They were SO
lbau ach pleased, according to their account, that
wy Wy invested in the purchase of the Taylor or
Tbaaa FONT estate, consisting of 5000 acres
;,ne1 ;"ey announced thei&ntention Of bringing on
",m"anedlatSely ""a a large nAnber of emigrants and
would have thought from their extravagant
ifornu,sanSons ionna that they would ere this have
rvs0sa ruea city in that locality which would have
,nt ,s'9a New York in commerce and trade
! Vac Vac, oehold, these modern Croesi whose wealth
tho e. .unbounded, have utterly failed to make
thu aai". asSI payment In consequence of which
poss.s ssie mas been forfeited and the great West
>0'a' bubble bursted. "a