Sacramento daily record-union., 1883-09-22
Some envious thing will soon be creeping in

some enVlous thing VIII soon be creeping in
To murder it.
GOdf. Oh, that had a pen, the which could
write
The roses breath, the dropping lily's hue;
Then would place. mid breath Of iowera that died
Upon the lonely prairie, while awaiting
For the return Of its long absent mate;
Or birds that wept out songs of melody,
And in prison died; the tales OF these
Sweet moments.
Jos. Now let me make known TO thee, Godfrey,
Ny only friend, except yourself, on earth.
Godf As thou hast been the friend of Josephine
know that thou art gentle, loving, kind,
And do covet back the years now gone
In which might have known thee.
That ye have felt at meeting have / shared
With you. And now may time, with each year,
reap
A harvest of her greatest blessings for you
Farewell lstarts to go.l
Jos. Nay, but you shall not go
You have
Been sister TO me in adversely,
By your own wish; and now, by my command
You shall be sister in prosperity.
Godf There, Josephine cid speak my though
for me.
JOS Then let us quickly to the Suns set State.
Godf. Gaside to Detectiyel And thy reward shall
be in proportion
To this our Joy. [Exeunt.
SCENE v.-same as Scene H., Act ILL.,
Mrs Arden discovered, R. Lily discovered lying on
bed, L.
Mrs. Ard. And are you better Lily?
Lily. Far better, mother
Mrs. Ard Better, my child?
Lily. Yes, mother, for the hour Of death is
gliding
Swiftly, swiftly, down the hill of time.
Mrs Ard oh don't speak so despon1ingly, my
Lily. My spirits now are sunken deep Gown in
The prison Of despair.
Mrs; Ard. Nay, think not SO; ; now have news
for thee,
Twill make thy spirits like to sun.lit clouds
That move through Summers sky.
Lily. What is it, mother?
Mrs. Ard. Thy Willie's here.
Lily. Then God hath given answer to my
prayer.
| Go call him, mother. Exit Mrs. Arden.
Lily. Oh, life, thou'st been a cruel master to me,
But forgive thee for this latest boom
Enter Willie.
Lily. Sweet boy, at last you've come to bless
these eyes;
! hiss me, my darling, kiss again poor mamma.
WIZ. What makes your face white, my
mamma!
Lily. Sickness Willie.
Will. But what has made you sick2
Lily. Sorrow and pain.
| VII. Twas a cruel pain to make your face 80
white a very cruel pain; but twill away,
Wilt not ?
LiLv. Yes Willie soon, soon now
| Do you remember, my boy, how, long ago, l told
you of bright city beyond the clouds be-
yond the little stars that you ses peering
Viii. Where the gold-winged angels are?
| LilB. Yes; mamma will soon go there
| HiH. And will you be an angel, too, and play
sweet music on golden harp?
| Lin know not, Willie but there will be the
music of rest; for there is more pain /; no
aching hearts, Willie.
The poor poor SOUL that's been so weary here, does
there find rest
There the still river of peace flows ever on no
darkness enters there; they need no night to
sleep; but all is day, ay, day forever there
Oh happiness and there is ever rest;
There rest the weary and there the broken hearted
No pain-no pain--no pa [Dies.
VIII. Don't look that way, sweet mamma-oh
now wake up
Stare not SO hard at me; wake, wake, wake
Enter Mrs. Arden.
Mrs. Ard. Do you feel better now, my child? ?
What dead?
Oh now is all the beauty in the earth
dead thing on my heart, desert there;
Oh now are all the sorrows OF the earth
In one great climax here Thou art not dead
Oh say, with those white lips, thou art not dead
Great heaven, have pity poor, sad thing,
From whom rough death has torn her only child
Enter Arden
Ard Why do you weep Great God she is not
dead ,
Nay, Lily, thourt not dead ?-speak to thy father
| Thy poor old father, Lily What, words ?
Dead, dead, dead tbs cruel word twill murder
All reason that is left Forever gomez
| Oh, Heaven, in pity kill me release me
For now is all my life OF nothing worth;
| Take it, ye winds and blow it DER the earth
Dead cay you? Nay, but that's too hard Change
it:
Some gentler word put there. Dead? Hush my
child
Weep not SO hard; your mother only sleeps.
VII. And will she wake again
Mrs. Ard. Ay Angels in heaven have already
lifted
| The sleep from off her eyes
Ard But sixty-fve? They say men live 80
seventy;
And these, my years, have each borne on his back
His weight of sorrow but none like to this =
Kind Death release me, too Oh, how l loved her !
And in one moment-a poor, piteous moment
| 1t all was done
Mrs. Ard. Grieve not so hard, good husband
The shadow black of death, while rounding Earth,
Must sometime fall on all "a lightning fash,
And then this life is swallowed up bv death.
Ard. Then, sorrow, stand back, will not grieve;
I'll keep
| Thee closed up in this heart until it burst.
| Now am calm. Come wife, will with thee
| Prepare her burial. [Exeunt.
| End of Act III.