Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-05-18
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celebrate service that is greater and more
solemn than any Of the earth. For Death
Will be the priest and that oath which I
shall take will be to all eternity. Who can
prophesy OF that whereof man has no sure
knowledge? Yet do believe that in time
to come we shall once more look in each
others eyes and kiss. each others lips and
be one for evermore. If this is 50, il is
worth while to have lived and died; If not,
then, Geofrey, FAREWELL
IF may will always be near you.
Listen to the night wind, it shall be my
voice; look on the stalls, they will be my
eyes. and my love shall be as the air you
breathe. And when at last the end comes,
remember me, for if L live at all shall be
near you then. What have I more to sayP
So much, my dear, that words cannot con-
vey it. Let it be unsaid; but whenever you
hear or read that which is beautiful and
tender, think This is what Beatrice would
have said to me and could notP
You will be great man, dear, the fore
most, or one of the foremost, of your age.
You have already promised me to persevere
to this end; will not ask you to promise
afresh. Do not be content to accept the
world as women must. Great men do not
accept the world; they reform it-and you
are Of their number. And when you are
great you will always use your power, not
for self-interest but to large and worthy
ends, you will always strive to help the
poor, to break down oppression from those
who have to bear it, aud to advance the
honor of your country. You will do all this
from your own heart and not because ask
1t OF you, but remember that your fame
will be my best monument-though none
shall ever know the grave it covers.
Farewell faroUall faPayuallI nh naoH.
frey, my darling, to whom I have never
been wife, to whom I am more than any
wife-do not forget me in the long years
that are to come. Do not forget me when
others hatter you and try to win your love,
for none can be to you what have BEEN
none can ever love you more than that lost
Beatrice who writes those heavy words to-
night, and who will pass away blessing you
with her last breath, to await you, if she
may, in the land to which your feet also
draw daily on"
Then came a tear-stained postscript in PEN
Gil. dated Paddington Station on that very
morning.
ST journeyed to London to see you, Geof-
rey. 1 could not die without looking on
your face once more. 1 was in the gallery
Of the House and heard your great speech.
Your friend found me place. Afterward
touched your coat as you passed by the
pillar of the gateway. ThenI ran away be-
cause saw your friend turn and look at me.
shall kiss this letter-just here before I
close it-kiss it there too-it Is our last cold
embrace. Before the end 1 shall put on the
ring you gave neon my hand mean.
have always worn it upon my breast. When
touched you as you passed through the
gateway / thought that I should have
broken down and called to you-but found
strength not to do so. My heart is breaking
and my eyes are blind with tears. can
write no more. have no more TO saw. Now
once again, good-by. Avs atQue Uale-oh,
nv Lowell B."
The second letter was a dummy. That is
to say. it purported to be such an epIstle as
any young lady might have written to gen.
leman friend. 1t began, Dear Mr.. Bing-
ham," and ended, "Yours sincerely, Bea-
triee Granger" was filed with chit-chat
and expressed hopes that he would be able
to come down to BryngellY again later in
the summer, when they would have some
1t was obvious, thought Beatrice, tha. if