The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1880-03-04
Tie Death OF a Vile.


idle words, "when you ,hs III soon
got another" epcl;en by a husband
q, j., loving, da,ifnl wifo. We The
othor day, hoard thesc words testify
utlcrol b. Lusbaui whcFs soul is
wrapped up 10 the vifo tLt7 wcrc
addressed ~ Oh .honeh,lope
lharp oisnd words. 5Jw caqi.y snd
but tlas how terrible the realty
sLou that dear VITO is Uo moro.
Wait, brotbor, before you speak
unkindiy TO yonr wife. llenou.ber
the many hou',h Il trials md voSI
tions she is subject to tho anxiety
for tn, procioiI sIIl' G'l has, per
hsps, placed ia her keeping. Speak
slowly mi heed the appeal oi one
ShD ms soen the clluny hani If
iaath sa l3nly laid on her who was
the 10y. tho pviJe. tho life Of her
hou 4eholi halkcn to tho words II
ono who h,s secn the lilo ebb away
OF as gentle aud loving q wife IA God
over givo to mIn without receiving
u word Of farewell or even gentle
pressure Of tue hand--taken with,
ont y In ,nont y warning, aud leaving
TO dssol,to hearts only tho c)nsol.
alton OF knowing that her lamp
was always trimmed and burning.
aud tho premise Of Christ that "the
pare heart shall SEQ God" Brother
be patient, bJ kin |, b. true, bs Just
To yopr wife When sho is gone il
will not bs 40 easy to get Que like
her. To-day the roso OF health may
bloom upon her enc elk and her eye
beam with love, to morrow
ior may return " a desolaie home.
Aud list for u step that will never come.
AMI ycarn for voice that must still DO
dumb,
Where the silen, room sni vacant chair
Have memories sweet. bat Oh, how harl
10 bear,
While the half.sluuuel senses wander
back
To tho cherries lfe and the tboruy
track.
( Love il not in orr powor aui
what seems stranger, is not in our
choice but only love purely aud
sincerely where some mysterious
power ordtins We should therefore
IN comparison with the loss OF a
wife. all other boraavements arc
triaiug. Tho wife . she who fills 80
largo space IN the domestic heaven
she who busied herself 80 unweari
edly for .he preciVus ones around
her bitter, bitter is tho tear whicb
falls on har cold clay, You stand
bosilo her cDilin aui think OF tho
/ past IL seems Ru amber colorel
pa hwnS, where tho sun shone upon
boiutliui hDwers. or tho stars hung
sli,tering overhead. Esin wonli
/ tho s0ll liugor there. No thorns
Inro remembered save thoSs your
hands haze unwittingly planted. Her
nohia, tender heart lies open 10
your inmost sight You think of
her now ~ all gentlencss, all purity,
|all beauty, Bat she il dead. The
Z N'ti Nh1'u wv ~ bll lfNttt NJ NV
inG'y upon your bosom is nov laid
upon u pillow of clay. The hanhS
/ that have mlnlstcrr1 50 untirlnsly
nre fo'.lo1 bonolth the gloomy por-
tai. Tho heart whose every boat
measured an etornity Of love, lies
under your feet Thero il ny whita
arm over yonr shout Ter, no spec kir! /!
iac0 Ia look up in the evo Of love. ~
trembling lips % svmplthiln with
you and murmvr "Oh, il ia too sal l'
There il 50 str1Ngl y hrsh IN oyo.r
room, ~ frots.ep5 passing r0ugi.
no s'uilo tn grpot yor. AMI
tho old clock ticks and strikos 1t
WAS such music when she coull
hear it, Now i. seems to knell on
the hours thtou IA which you wNtoh-
ed the shadow Of death gathering on
her swest face. Aud every day the
clock repeats that sid story. .Nnny
another tale doth tho old clock tell,
Of beautiful words and deods of
love that are registered above. You
feel, oh how often. the grave conuot
keep her--that she will live again.
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