Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-03-23
Leaving with meekness
Her slns to her SaNiour.N


Our task is only with a few events of
her present life. She stood, as has been
said, at her mirror at this moment lit
tie admiring herself in her own titful
fashion; though it was not for this she
had halted in her work of undressing and
preparing to retire. Her lustrous ewes had
caught their own reflection in the mirror,
and she coollY stopped and looked; and
her thoughts took their usual free, reck-
less current.
well, my eyes are surely bright to-
night-beautilul, men would call them,
for they would neither know nor care for
the sad cause. l know, though, know
the internal fever which gives them such
lustre, Just as it sends the scarlet into my
cheeks-just as it makes my small, thin
hands so very white, so very soft. Yes,
consumption proves a capital cosmetic
with a cruel, cold hand on the vitals, il
sends this prophetic brightness up to the
face, and credul0us victims say, Il am
not sick, but well, well with the flush Of
health and beauty By the way, wonder
why nature did not carry out her original
intent with my face. Such a forehead,
such eyes should have been followed by a
dainty mouth; but mine is large and looks
sensual. These show the defect of what
people call physiOgnOmy. My mouth is a
positive libel on my disposition. l am
not sensual, though am, perhaps, little
sensuous. But, all the same, my mouth is
not harmonious. Bah! this is an enter
tanning entertainment for a woman who
has Outlived any interest in life, and who
expects to die within the year; but, sup
pose. up to the last breath, we find our poor
selves interesting. Still, tonight, | really
was thinking of something better, l was
thinking OF that white-haired man down
stairs-the only Christian l ever met.
His life has been so closely c0mpaniOned
with holy thoughts and pure living that
the light that beams from his bright eyes
looks almost as if it had already touch
of the supernal radiance which is only
seen in heaven. How fair and beautiful
must human soul feel which is conscious
OF resting under the perpetual approval.
the perpetual smile OF the Saviour Some
happy day the Master will call him back.
and L can fancy how, even through the
the gateway of disease and dissolution.
he VIII march obedient, confident, glad
In what perennial sunshine he must live
and move, with soul so unencumbered.
so unfettered with sin that it can almost
now hold cOmpaniOnship with the angels
And he called me 'daughter'-me. from
whom his good and Christian wife will
one day shrink as if from cOntagiOnl All!
] am SINFUL | am degraded! but there is
that in my soul which abb Ors deceit. One
ud4 SOOu snail 20 10 MIN ana say: 'InlS
woman whom you have taken to your
heart and home is no better than one OF
the wicked; is sOiled with sin; is an
alien among her sisters / shall do this, but
it is hard hard hard because the one lit
tie boon in life l have coveted is to die
holding his hand, only holding his hand! /
think Christ would pity me, so tended
would hear my last prayer Endorsed by
him. Perhaps he will cast me out +?
Well, there is always The Incarnate.' |
will reach out in the black darkness and
find His rod and His staff, and | shall be
cOmfOrted. Oh! that it would be to-
night, that l might lay down my weary
burden and rest!'
At this moment she hears some one en-
ter the hall below; the sitting-room is still
open, and the voices therein are easily
heard. The doctors voice she knows al
ready, but this newcomer has tones fuller
and sYeeter still, and, as the girl falls
asleep, she smiles with satisfaction and
wonders, in halfsleepy way, if the good
man holds converse already with the
angels, their talk, mellowed by the dis
lance, sounds so inetfably sweet; but with
a short prayer for help and mercy she falls
asleep.
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