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Letter of a Dying wife.

The following most touching fragment of n
letter from dying wife to her husband tsays
an exchanged was found by him, some months
ious volume which she was very fond of pc
r1lsing. The letter, which was literally dim
with tear-marks, was written long before her
husband was aware thai the grasp ola fatal dis
ease had fastened upon the lovely form of his
wife, who died atthe early age oftwenty- nine:
when this shall reach youreye. dear John,
some day, when YOU are turning over the rel
les of the past, / shall have passed away for
ever, and the cold, white stone Will be keep
ing its lonely watch over the lips You have 80
often pressed, and the sod will be growing
green that shall hide foreyerf from your sightthe
dust of one who so offen nestled close to your
warm heart. For many long and sleepless
nights, when all beside my thoughts were AT
rest. have wrestled with the consciousness of
approaching death, until at last it has formed
itself upon my mind; and although to Won. and
to others IL might now seem TO be the imagin-
alton of a girl, yet, dear John, il Is SOL Many
weary nights have passed in the endeavur 20
reconcile myself to leaving You, whom love
so well, and this bright world of sunshine and
beauty; and hard indeed IL is 90 struggle ST.
lently aud alone, with the sure conviction that
am about to leave all forever and go down
ilto the dark valley! But know in whom
have believed !" and 'sleaningon His strong
arm, fear no evil. - Do not blame ME for
keeping even all this from You. How could
subject you, of all others, TO such sorrow rs
feel at parting, when time will soon make ii
apparent TO you'll
81 could have wished to live If only TO be at
your side when your time shall come, and,
pillowirg your head upon my breast, wipe
the death-damps from your brow, and usher
your departed spirit into its Makers presence.
embalmed in woman 5 hottest PRAYER. But it
Is moi TO be-and submit Yours is the priv
ilege of watching, through long and tlreary
nights, forthe spirits final flight, andoftrans-
ferring my sinking head from your breast to
my Sayiour's bosom. And You shall share
my last thought, and the last faint pressure of
the hanl, AMI the last feeble kiss shall be yours
and oven when flesh and heart shall have
failed me, my eyes shall rest on yours until
glazed by death, and our spirits shall hold one
last cJninunlon, until gently fading rom my
yiew--the last of earth-you shall mingle with
the first bright giimDses of the unfolding glo-
unknown Well do know the spot, my dear
John, where You will lay me; Oft we've stood
by the place, and, as We watched the mellow
sunset. as 1t glanced in quiyering flashes
through the leaves, and FURNISHED tue grassy
mounds around Us with stripes, has thought
that some day one of us would come alone,
and Whichever ii might be, Your name would
be on the stone. But we loved the spot, and
know you will love il none the less when
you see the same quiet sunlight linger and
play among the grass that grows over Your
Lizzle's grave. ! know you will go there
and my spirit will be yours then, and whisper
among The waving branches-I am not lost
but gone before, y