The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1874-04-15

| Howard Co., Iowa, Times.
Who Hath sorrow. Whe Hath Wee.
(, Close the shutters; tread lightly
for on yonder couch hes the We'd
m szanortA &C. He6elep
Dg ne his ke(f al cld1ed5for
Ae flxst times Sinse ehat terrible
mania took possession of his soul.
His deep breathing tells of slumber;
q slumber upon which depends hie
eternal life or death-a short life
for repentance and JOY beyond, or
a death of everlasting torture Aye,
close the shutters. lest CLEAN OF
hight disturb that slumber-a CLEAN
that cannot tighten his Swallowed
life, but may prove his souls de-
struction- Weep not, fond wife,
suppress thy sobs ere they waken
the ear of him for whose life thou
art pleading. We know wen thy
misery. thy grief and thy sorrow
we have seen thee, in his rawlings,
try to soothe his maddened spirit
naught hast thou been but tender
and true. Once that sleeping form
was all fond, devoted husband
could be bright and joyous; peace,
JOY and love dwelt side by side in
that beautiful home-but all, the
tempter came, and the evil hour
that marks his fall, cast dark fore
boding cloud DER the once shining
future-a cloud which naught but
the dim cold hand of Death can
remove. His wild, maddening thirst
drove him on, and now gaze upon
that pallid brow, those sunken eyes,
and listen to that gasping breath;
but look his lips move, he must
be dreaning-no, no! his eyes are
open and glaring wildly around.
His face, which but o moment be
fore rested SO pale and motionless
upon the pillow, is now burning
with the maddening fever which
courses wildly through his veins.
A wild shrek bursts from his lips.
Oh! gracious Heaven lis but q re-
turn of that awful frenzy, He
springs from his couch, Father of
Heaven. protect me-" he shrieks,
'do you not see them coming. Look,
ali see how wildly their eyes are
glazing. Their forked tongues are
tapping for my blood, they pierce
my heart. Away will you not let
me livea Oh, I cannot die thus;
one moment-Oh horror, Wife,
wife, they are twining around my
body. their poisonous breath is his.
sing in my face. Wife, daughter, l
have wronged you, but have mercy,
save, oh save"
It's midnight now. The silent
watchers fit from room to room,
noisless rs a spirit form, with q
shade of sadness on their friendly
faces. Cast open the shutters;
there; now the pale beams of the
moon steal in and rest upon the
features and CLASSY eyes of
him who once listened with delight
to the endearing names of s'hus-
band" and 'father." Not sound
disturbs the death-like stiffness,
save a smothered sob that comes
ever and anon from the slight form
crouched or heeling at the foot of |
the couch. One small hand is
pressed against the slender throat, |
rs il, In fear of disturbing the sleep
er to keep back the sob which |
keeps forcing itself up; while
with the other she cast aside the
brown hair as she turns her |
beautiful dark eyes to Heaven.
But fear not, for that fathers sleep
is the deep sleep from which none
awake in this world. The mother
hes senseless across the couch, her
head resting upon the breast which
has ceased forever it's throbbings.
What wild despair rocks that young
soul. Happiness is forever wrung
from her heart No desire to live,
40 care to live; father lies cold and !
mother senselcss and heart
broken, with the icy hand of Death
feeling for her heart strings that he
nay stop its beating forever Thus
1oes he perish-the idolized father |
If a loving daughter, the once de- /
7oted husband of fond wife-a
rictim of the deadly and poisonous
MAnLIAN WrNBAR.