The Winchester journal. [volume] (Winchester, Ind.) 18??-1920, 1870-06-09
A BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT.

The following is su5limely beautiful
and pathetic, and could only have
been dictated 10y a heart that has ex-
perienced all the bitterness that is
herein expressed. Who the auther is.
we know not, but suspect 1t is an ey-
tract from some book. Ii anybody
can read it without moisture I'm their
eyes and stones in their throats, they
are worthy of marble.
Hushl she is dying, The sunlight
streams through the pale glass win
dow, the room is fragrant with SOUTH
ern flowers-large milk-white African
lilies; roses n Nightingale would stop
to worship, cape jessamines and came
lias with their glossy leaves.
Through the open casemen. steals
the faint musical tingle Of playing
fountains; the light tempered pleasant
" by rose curtains, of embroidered
satins, kindles up the gorgeous old
paintings with halo bright as tho
rainbow.
It's as If fresher sunshine were fall
ling earthward on the bower o. beau
t..
The canary sings in his glided cage
her canary; and the mocking bird
raised his clear notes higher on the
perfumed air.
Why do you clench your lands I'M
Ill the nails draw the rich rosy blood
through the thin quiverlng skine
Why do you grind your teeth tcgeth-
er and hiss between them that one
word, hush? It's n beautiful home l
am sure, and that lady with hand up
on her bosom is fair as any dream
vision painter.
surely nothing could be purer ti.-a
that broad, high brow; nothing bright
er than those curls.
And she loves you, too, All ves,
anr one can read that in the deep,
violet eyes raised 20 tenderly II your
own. All. that is il; your young wife
loves you.
She linked 10 yours the existence OF
an angel, when she kneit beside you
al the marriage altar and placed he-
hand in yours.
For twelve golden summer months
an angel has walked or sat at your
side, or slept Oh your bosom.
You know IL. No mortal woman
ever made your heart bow before Il
purity 80 divine.
No earthly embrace ever filled your
soul with the glory beyond the star;
no earthly smile ever shone SO un-
..B 81.
ne earth WORMS call care and trouble.
She j. an angel, and other angels have
been singing to her in tue long days OF
the pleasant June time.
Hush you ~ay. You can't shut
lie anthem notes OF Heaven from
those un-caiei ears--longer and high
r. swell the hymns OF the seraphs,
brighter grows the smile OH your
young wiie's lips.
She whispers, Dearest, I am al
no-t home, and am going To ask
iod To bless you.' But you can no.
lear it-yoa turn away, and tae big
ears gather ia ;lsc violet eyes.
You bad held her there on your bp-
.om all day-ail night, are you tired
But you can not answer. Closer.
loser you clasp the light, fair figure.
- t-l4aui'N 1tt pc OIL u. II ID tie COLI
Aw-Carrie i dead.
What l. il to you that the sunshine
: bright, what that its cheerful seyS
al on the broad lands-our andsf
" hat l. il now that she can walk ofs
hem no more? And what = death
ler death: Few people knew her, no
wise president could he chosen To fiji
Ter place; no nation will raise a mon
imeat To her memory. But she was
iours, great God al Ours-your all.
No, yours and God's; and your ycar-
II JOY are over. .ae rests on his bosom
low. in heaven.
They have dag grave for her.
spring flowers brighten over IL. and
lac green grass smiles with the daise< =
aud violets. You go there, and sigh :.
md pray, and ask God ii you. toc.
nay come home. Ami when No an
wer comes. yerr bright heart f.i-es
lp in bitterness and with the Do;d
wicked words upon yous tongue, yp's
,ause, for your guariian angcl looks
iown sfrous heaven an< vb1~E2r<<<
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