Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-04-03
Dy,nu Ntre 10 Her uusbanc.

The following most touching cN'
tract rs from letter written by II
diving wife 70 her husband, which was
fund by him some months amer her
death. between the leaves ola roli-
,.ious volume which she was very
fond osperusing. The letter, which
was literally dim wit tcrr marks,
was written long before tho husband
was aware that the grasp of u fatal
disease had fastened upon the love
" form of his devoted wife, who
died, it is stated, at tho early age
of nineteen years. 1t shows how
fathomless in tho depth Of q true
woman's affections: ..-.
"When this shall have reached
your car, dear c., some day
when YOU are turning over the re-
lies of tho past, j shall have pas.
sed away forever, and the cold
white stone be keeping watch over
tho lips you have so often pressed,
and the sod will be growing that
shall hide forever from your sight
tho dust of one who has so often mes
tied close to your warm heart. For
many long and slceplcss nights,
when all my thoughts were at rest
] have wrestlcd with the conscious
ness of approaching death, until at
last it has forced itself upon my
mind. And although to you and
others it might seem but the ncr
yous Imagination ola girl, yet, dear
c., it is not so. Many weary;
weary hours have / passed in the
endeagor to reconcile mysclfto leave
You, whom love so well, and this
bright world of sunshine and beau
tEsaad hard it is to struggle on 81
lcntly, alone, with the sure convic-
ton that I am about to. leave all
forever, and 60 down alone into the
dark valley. But l know in whom
! have trusted; and leaning on His
arm, l. fear no OWL. Don't blame
mo for Keeping this from you; how
could | subject you, Of all Others, to
such sorrow as l feel at parting
when time will soon make it appar-
ent to you?
| could have wished to five if on
" to be at your side when, your
time shall come; and pillowing your
head upon my breast, wipe the
death damps from your brow, and
usher your departing spirit into the
august presence of your Maker
cmbalmcd in woman's hottest pray
or. But it is not to be so, and !
submit. Yours is the privilege OF
watching through long and dreary
nights for the spirits final fight,
and of transferring my sinking
head to the Saviour's bosom, and you
shall share my last thought, the
last faint pressure Of the hand, and
the last feeble kiss shall be yours;
and even when flesh shall have
failed me, my eye shall rest on
yours until glazed by death, and
our spirits shall hold one last, long
communion, until, gently fading
from my view-the last Of Garth
YOU shall minglo with tho first
bright glimpse Of the unfading glo-
RIGS of that better world where part
ings arc unknown.
- aWcll do / know nc spot dear
g., where you will lay me; often
have. we stood by the place, and ms
we watched tho mellow sunset as it
glanced in quivcring flashes through
tho leaves, and Frightened tho gras-
sy mounds around MS with stripes
ofburnished gold, each has thought
9 that one Of us would como alone;
and whichever it might be your
= name would be on the stone. But
YOU loved the spot, and know you
will not love me less when you
see the Same quiet sunlight linger
and play amid the grass that covers
YOUR Mary's grave. | know you
will often 60 alone when am laid
9 thcrc and my spirit will be with you
then, and whisper among the way
E ipg branches, II am not lost, but
gone before"