Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-08-15

utlil lbs Iilt AN'I 'h'Stit 'iit .htiibibop
doomed to die, | could not wish IN live.
Heaven help me If these words seem unloviDg
to my sweetheart But my life has proven
80 unlike my imaginings Of il. My SWEETS
have become bitter, my golden visions black
realities; all my ends 80 different from my
beginnings. am too near my death to think
Of new possibilities. l can but go over the
events Of my life, and dream Of my Janet!
Sweetheart, fare thee well, and grieve not
nightly over your true lover, J. 5.
p S.-The sun is shining brightly to-day,
Janet, and long for you with a consuming
longing. A little gust Of wind, full Of the
fragrance Of the heather, has brought back
to me memories of you. The glad. days We
spent together among the heather, sweet! 1t
maddens me u think Of them. How careless
and happy We were, and how b0nny you
were. Janet, thoughts of joy, when the soul
is overcast by sorrow, are like the TEXTURES OF
hell
Janet, in reviewing those graces In you
that had loved had often been in doubt aS
10 what manner of yours pleased me bcst. ]
doubt no longer for | know now that loved
your manner most when you braved bolts
and bars and tho tyranny OF my enemies
whom l fully forgive, oven Us | pray the
Lord may forgive mel, and the churliShness
of rude jailers, so that you could kiss NE
good-by, sweet!
The JOY of it, Janet, you cannot imagine
what this glimpse of you has been TO me.
Sure am | that there never b:eathed 50
proud a condemned felon, nor one with half
such Just reason To rejoice. Since Janet--her
fears forgotten-came to me in my prison
cell, what matter fetters or aught that my
enemies can urge against met IL all that
which their malice can invent be chronicled
To my disparagement, no one will believe
aught that Is bad, since Janet kissed mel
When you entered my cell perchance you
observed that WITS tongue-tied, that no
words could force their way 10 my lips, that
NV ewes seemed dazed and could not realize
that il was my dearest mistress standing be
fore me- You were 10 pale and wan, love-
your pitiful face has haunted me ever since.
Sweet, / am to die: you know it l swear
to you that death has lost its bittorsess since
have seen you. You cannot imagine how
the thought that never should s,c you more
has pursued me. Night and day, since the
disastrous day when we lost all, | have
yearned for glimpse of you, and yesterday
you gave il to me
Sweetheart, who was u nave been my wife,
if it were not for you ! should feel right glnd
that my short span Of life is nearly over
Twenty-six years only have lived, and have
already seen the death of all cared for.
fear no death, not even that on the si,af-
fold, but fear To carry about with me into
the next world that great unassuaged desire
the desire for you, Janet / cannot shake it
outlast death. Yea, ON the very Judgment
day twill lie you only that will bring peace
to my tortured soul Brave heart. You have
suffered so much for me that | scarce like to
lay another sufferance Oh you 'Ts a great
boon crave Of yOu-no need To urge you by
telling YOU it's the last l know you well,
Janet, and, knowing you, scarce hesitate tn
crave this last favor, which, if it 10 not too
great, pray you grant.
Janet, will you see me dici
Not in the miist of the crowd, sweet, bat In
some secluded spot, whence, when my last
moment comes, you will murmur through
your tears, Dear soul, Cod give him rest
He loved me well!n
To tell you how love YOU wcrc impossible;
to make YOU understand what YOU have been
to me in sweetness and tenderness since the
first day my eyes fell on you, equally impns-
sible, anl Ia bid you goo1-by most inpos-
sible of the three For though my pcn cease
writing, | stall not cease billling You fare
well until thu ax srveTs my head from my
body NJ. indc,sl, am favnr,4l 81 much as to
die by steel in lieu Of rope, though it matters
but little to mel; even then IL long 'guod-by"
10 Janet will lie found on my lips by thos,
who can rad such language Even now
have omitted u give yod thanks for your
sweet plcaGings in my lEhas. Twas great
grief 10 think that you should thus humble
yourself for my worthless lifc's sake; yet was
it grief mingiel with sweetness, for hal you
not braved all for nE,i And nothing can hu
initiate you, sweetheart; not even the churl-
ish denial which the boon you crlvol met
with from my enemy; hut | thank you again
for your courage love you for it; twas
like you
The little sprig of rosemary, Janet, still lies
closc to my heart There will it lie until my
heart beat no more; and then, when | am
dead, mcthinks it must blossom out afreSh
from my grave Was it not a love token from
.yout Can such love as ours, or its embleins,
ever diei 1t must be everlasting. A little
stir in my cell tells mo they arc coming To
announce that l must soon make ready to
die-that death viii claim me from Janet
II but die as nobiy as Moutrus.. died, 80
that my dearest heart, in days tn come when
she can bear to talk Of in, will narrate, her
voice thrilled with pain, and l hope Il little
pride, how her true lover met his DEATH You
viii he quite old then, Janet, your soft brown
hair silvercl, your eyes dimmed, your voice
quavering, and shall be everlasting young,
Janet, gone to my death in the fulmess OF my
years. wonder shall have long 10 wait for
you, Janet! Are you going to leave me
lonely for long, my bridei
Oh! Janet, must now write my last, last
words to you. | feel that have not lived my
life quite in vain, since it has bsen given To ME
to gain your love. My whole being gives you
unutterible thanks for the mcstimahio boon
of your affection You have sweetened my
life, Janet have even robbed death of its
bitterness. And | love you with my whole
heart, nor have | over loved another maid
but you.
| CaE scarce write the word farewell. '
Mcthinks it should scurch the paper See,
sweetheart, have kissed this just here. Lay
your warm lips on the spot when mine arr
cold Alas! that they should ever be ire
spOnsivr to yours.
Janet. there il scarce a moment now ]
must e'cn hasten 10 finish, so that this may
reach You in time. Ipray that you may get it
There is no sadder thing than farewell in
all this sad world Of ours. All earthly regrets
are gone, save only my regret for Janet, and
- Good-by, sweetheart Fare thee well
i s.
The Lady Jane being troth plighted 70 the
young and gallant J. Spottiswonie, who was