The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1870-11-03
She is Dying.

ness thatls therein expressed. Who the au-
thor is wei know not, but suspect the the ex-
tract is from some book.
Hush she is dying. The sunlight streams
through the plate glass window, the room is
fragrant with Southern fowers-large milk
white African lilies; roses nightng gale
would stop to worship, cape jcssimnes and
camclias with their large glossy leaves
Through the open easement steals the faint
musical Jingle Of playing fountains, the light
tempered pleasantly by rose colored curtains
Of embroided satin, kindles up gorgeous old
paintings with a halo bright as rainbow
1t is as if fresher sunshine we're falling
earthward on the bower OF beauty.
The capary sings in his gildcd cage-her
canary and the knocking bird raises his clear
notes on the penfuu,ed air,
Why do you clIuch your hand until the
nails draw the rich rosy blood through the
thin quivcring skin Why do you grind
your teeth together and hiss that one word
hush It's. a beautiful home Pm sure. aud
that lady with 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 curs
And She loves you too! All yes any one
can read that in the deep violet eyes raised so
tenderly to your own.
She linked to yours the existence of an
gel when she knet beside you at the MARI
age, and placed her land in yours.
For twelve golden summer months an an
gel has walked Or sat by your side, or Slept
on your bosom.
You know it M mortal woman ever
made your heart bow before purity SO di-
vine.
No earthly embrace ever filled your soul
with the glory beyond the stairs no earthly
smile ever shonc unchangingly above all hol
some things We carthworms call care aud
trouble. She is an angel, and other angels
have been singing to her in the long days Of
the pleasant June time.
"Hush y you say. You can't shut the an
them notes of heaven from those unsea'ed
ears longer, hither swels the hymns Of the
raphs, brighter grows the smile on the
young wife's lips. ---' s77 @s@
- She whispers Dearest, I'm almost home
and lam going to to ask God to bless you y
But you cannot hear it-you turn away and
etiC VIZ ICdlS SdtHcI Ill the ttOleC eyes.
You hold her there on your bosom all day,
all night; and you are tired? But you can t
answer. Closer, closer you clasp the light fair
figure; painfully you press your lips to the
cold brow-Carrie is dead safs93seEf
What is it to you that the sunshine is
bright; what that its cheerful rays fall on the
broad lands-our lands! What is it, now
that she can walk on them no more? And
what is 5death--her death-tew people know
her; no wise president can be chosen to fiji
her place no nation will raise monument
to her memory! But she was yours-all!
81 No yours and Gods. and your years of ioy
are over; she rests on his bosom now 10 heay
en-
They have dug grave for her. Spring
flowers brighten over it, and the green grass
smiles with daisies and violets? % You go
there, and sigh and pray, and ask God if you.
too, may come home And when no answer
comes, your heart raises up in bitterness, and
with the bold wicked words upon your tongue,
you pause, for your guardian angel looks down
from heaven and whispers. "H ush" ..-...
=. Poor RULE THAT WON'T Work BOTH
wAYs.-The following is very applicable, aud
We publish it for the benefit of those most in
,terested /: ...t-1 s...l7. s..-.,-.+.....-. -.,
Landlord-Mr. Editor, will thank you to
say that | keep the very best table in the
town. u" e-h8t7 2'ra9'H tr.
=. Editor-I'Il thank you to supply my fami
~ with board, gratis. 70 roo =
80 Landlord-l thought you were glad to get
something to fill up your paper 5e ~
Editor-I thought you were glad to get
somebody to fill your house It's poor rule
that wont work both ways,
Exit landlord in a rage, threatening to have
nothing more to do with the Office
Coop ADVICE An editor with an eye to
payment for what he sells, INDUCES in this
little bit Of philosophy q Every man ought
to pay his debts if he can Every man ought
to get married. if he can. Every man ought
to work to suit his customers, if he can -
Every wife should hold her tongue, if, she can.
Every lawyer should occasionally tell the
truth, if he can. Every man ought to mind his
own business and let other peoples alone, if
he can. Every man should take a ncwspa-
per, and pay for it anyhow" se 585tos
=. Five Irishmen coming into Baltimore got
to the five mile stone. Ore of them was
little ahead OF the other. and meeting man
by the roadside enquircd how far it was to 3.
The nan informed him that it was but five
miles, whercupon he turned to his companions
and exclaimed Come on, me hearties, its
only mile pase." eas aafa
"One of the neatest instances of the misuse
of negatives is furnished in bull of Cohctt's
In one of his Rural Rides" he says: "I
saw 40 corn standing in ricks; thing new
Ell saw before, and would not have believed it
had not seen it.
The Harvard 4dcocate says that this is the
last thing from an inpassioned lover to his mis-
trcss Would you were an exclamation
point and | parenthasis y" oae.-,a
Work is the weapon of honor, and he who
Lacks this weapon will never triumph owes the
e. ,aa t,t iappiness md contonf