Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1882-02-23

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tl.ese words IIT atiexs IS kns.
band whose soul is nlaEred % is the
wife they were addressed foz OH
thonghtless shagp-edged words. how
easily said. but alas how terrible. the
reality when that dear wile is 10
Wait. brolhsr, before Won sneak IN.
kindly TO your wife, Remember the
many household trials and vexaticns
she Is subject To; the anxiety for the
precious souls God has. perhana
placed in her keeping. Speak slowly
and heed the appeal Of one who has
seen the clamny hand Of death sud
denly laid on her who Was shaSoy.
the pride, the life of her household:
hearken to the words Of one Who has
seen the life ebb away OF a. gentle
and loving q wife as God ever gave
to man, without receiving a woFd of
farewell or even a geAtle presRIEn uf
the hand--taken without 9 moments
warning. aud leaving to desclate
hearts only the consolation cf know
ing that her lamp was always trimmea
and burning, aud the premise az
Christ that "the pure ia heart uhali
see God. Brother. be patient. Be
kind, be true. be just to yetirs wife.-~-
When she Is gone il will not be no
easy 10 get one like her. To-day Tho
rose OF health may bloom upons her
check and her eye beam with lore,
tomorrow M rH3 n -
Too may return 10 . desalass hctasss aslt
ana i'at tof a sisp thai will nsssF cnme eag
ana yearn iDr = sairs lliat Inuui etill he dusnh
v hsFs the eilent room and varart chair
nsss A1''' memories sweet, but oh hsw bard %
While tive hslf.stuHnsa saases wander i,aek
10 the sheeriess life aad The ;hoFny sairk. y
Love Is not in our power; and what
seems stranger, is not in our choica:
but we only love purely and sincerely
VIE some mysterious TO YER ordaisss
we should; thsrefors in comparison
with the loss OF wife, all other Be.
reavements, are trifiing The wifel
she who tills 50 large a space in tliA
domestic heaven: she who busted keF-
self 80 unweariedly for the precio,ts
ones around her: bitter, bitter a thb
tear which falls on her cold claw
You stand beside her coffin and think
Of the past II seems an anber colored
pathway, where the snn shown nf,on
beantiiuhilowsFs. or the stars hung
glittsringorverhead Fain would the
soul linger there No tIiorns are re.
mcnbered saye those yosr hands have
unwittingly planted. Her noble. ten
@.r Hsart. les open 10 your inriost
sight. You think Of her now as sll
gentleness. III purity. al beauty, But
she Is dead. The head which has 50
often restedso lovingly upon youf bos-
ON is now laid upon . pillow Of clay.
The hands that have inininstered 40
uniiringly are folded beneath the
gloomy portal. The heart whose ~
cry beat measured an eternity Of love
lies under your feet. Thsre is no.
white arm over yo1r shoIlds n. no
speaking face to look np with tn, eve
Of love. 10 trembling lips 10 symFa-
thize with you and murnur, ''Oh, il
is too sad There Is 90 strange
hush in every room. no light HOLSTERS
passing round. no smile 70 greet yoa.
And Che old clock ticks and strikes--
il was snch music when she could hear
IT, Now It seems 10 kneli Oh the
hours through which ron watched the
shadow Of death gathering on her
sweet face And every day tie clock
repeats that sad story. Many anots1-
er tale doth the old clock tell, Of bsass-
tlfil words and deeds Of love that are
registered above. You feel, oh ho.T
often, the grave cannot keep her
that she viii live again.