Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1868-12-25

KInglake never said word more, but
gazed at the dying child for fully fifteen
minutes. He shen with down cast eyes
left the chamber Of the dying. The enrap-
tured face Of Madam was on him Anus
Gle never quivered. She was stung to the
heart that her child was suffering so in
tensely. She was becoming more recon
ciled to hel loss. She felt that a bright
garland and golden crown were awaiting
her beautiful Violet.
CHAPTER TX.
POST NUBILA, JUBILA-AFTER SORROW. JOY.
Violet fingered few days more was
constantly at her side. Dick Robin lived
IN her room. His eyes were red from
weeping. Poor Violet could not hear him
weep. Her senses We're not all gone She
could speak. And when she would get
moment free from pain and spasms, she
would talk of all the beautiful sights she
Was seeing in the clouds.
Ma, you must not weep for me-
You know God is taking me to
his bosom. He has sent his son to
guide me. l hear the coral anthem of his
Heavenly train. Ma, you must not weep
for your Violet !; Violet loves ma, and VIC
let will pray for ma, and for pa, and for
uncle Nick, and for Dick-ah, poor Dick
Robin, and for Vidian, aud for the doctor
too. love him now. I love everybody.
Ma. tell me- You wont weep for me ?"
My precious jewel, it is Gods will that
you leave me. L will not weep, my sweet
birdie. I will always think of you, treas
ure you in my heart"
l could not say word. Nor could De
Kimberly. It was Christmas eve. Cot
tage- Grenoble was dressed in garlands and
sprinkled with pure white flowers. The
servants were bowed in grief. Their mis-
tress had lost the JOY of her face. This
cast gloom on all. She was hitherto SO
bright. She was alone sitting on the We
randa. A summer cloud was hanging over
the cottage. 1t was Violets wish that she
die here. Mary was singing the words of
Kinglake's canticle--
Violet, o Violet,
Ny Violet,
see the bright Angels
Descending to thee
A holy CLEAN of sunshine from that in
slant smiled on her countenance. She
arose, went in and commanded her house
hold to wear their brightest smiles. She was
contented. Her child would soon enter
into glory. Dick Robin was reading in a
very loud tone to Violet the inspired
psalm:
God is in the midst Of her she shall not be
moved. Godshall help her, and that right early"
It was midnight. Madam, De Kim ber-
ly, Vidian, VanOrten and Dick Robin were
sitting near the bed listening to Violet's
last words [ and Kiagldke! were stand
ing in the entry.
so Ma" softly breathed Violet, "I
hear the chimes of Heaven. They sound
SO sweetly. Ma. they are stealing, are
stealing, are stealing away, a-a-away my
soul. / see the bell-ringers They are
such beautiful beings. All robed in white.
Now they are singing, are singing. 0 how
sweet p
I almost felt the presence Of the Heav-
emily many-volced seraphic choir. We all
seemed to get glimpse of them. Violet
appeared to sleep.
MA, they are coming, coming, coming.
Ma, they are coming. They have in their
hands bright flowers. Ma, they are placing
them in my hair. n they are love flow
ers. Ma, they all love God"
Poor Violet She was rapidly sinking.
All her suffering had gone. The foretaste
of Heaven was her portion, her last earthly
portion. She was pure, blissful rosebud,
dropping, dying out. The.
s'Fullest hearts are slow to speak"
Not one could say single word. We all
"Ma, the angels are bearing me up, and
dear, sweet Jesus, has his hand under my
head. Ma, sweet ma Pa, dear pa and
Uncle Nick and poor, good Dick Robin
Ma, goodbye, good"
Violet fell asleep in the interruption of
The chamber was dressed as a bridal
one and not as death. All retired bat De
Kimberly, myself and VanOrten. King
lake had recovered and was present to sug
gest what he felt must be so.
''Something s the matter with the child's
brain. I'm sure it must be"
VanOrten touched De Kimberly on q
tender point. Post mortena! De Kim
berry shuddered. 1 disiked it exceed
ingly. At last we con >ented. VanOrten
was an expert anatomist. He neatly laid
open the forehead of Violet. o, shocking
sight There was nest Of spiders feeding
on the eaten brain
The morning Violet presented the boquet
to her father and me, the Fatal Boquet
she sneezed She had snuffed up the ovum
of spider. It impregnated the brain
CONCLUSION.
For the truth of this We cannot vouch.
Whether it is hearsay or freak of the
imagi nation, We will leave the reader to
guess.