The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1902-01-25
THE LOSS OF A. WIFE.

wife all other earthly bereavements
are trifling. The wife, she who fills
so large place in the domestic heav-
en-, she who is so busted, so wearied
in laboring for the precious ones
around her-bitter is the tear that
falls on her cold clay. You stand be-
side her coffin and think of the past.
1t seems an amber colored pathway,
where the sun shone on beautiful
flowers, or the stars hung glittering
overhead. Fain would the soul lin
ger there. No thorns are remem-
bered above the sweet form, save
those your hand may have uninten-
tionally planted. Her noble, tender
heart is open to your inmost sight.
You think Of her now as gentleness,
beauty and purity. But she is gone,
the dear head that lay upon your bos-
ON rests in the still darkness upon a
pillow of clay. The hands that have
ministered so untiringly are folded
white and cold beneath the gloomy
ports of the grave. The heart whose
very beat measured an eternity of
love lies under your feet.
The flowers she bent over with
smiles bend now above her with tears,
shaking the dew from their petals
that the verdure around her grave
may be kept green and beautiful.
Many a husband may read this in the
silence of a broken home. There is
no white arm over your shoulder, no
dear face to look up into the eyes OF
love, no trembling lips to murmur the
kindest feelings of the heart. All,
how sad, how lonely you feel, for the
idol of your heart is gone. The little
one whose rest death has rifled gazes
In wonder at your solemn face, puts
its tiny hands to stay the tears, and
then nestles back to its fathers
breast, half consious that the wing
that sheltered it most fondly is brok-
en- forever. Remember, then, that
nothing is so pure and noble as a
woman's love; wound not, then, the
heart that loves you, that fountain Of
unsealed and gushing tenderness. II
matters not whether it be for a huS
band or child, or brother or sister; ii
is the same pure, unquenchable fame
the same immaculate glow of feeling
whose undeniable tombstone is trial
Give her but one token of love, ONT
kind word or gentle look, even II
. be amid poverty, deSolation and dealt
the feeling of that faithful hear
will gush forth as torrent in desplt
of earthly bonds or mercenary ties
More priceless than the gems OF Col
conda is the female heart, and NOR
devoted than the idolatry of Mecca
woman IS love; it is dear delight 70
the soul to have confidence in tn
faithfulness of a wife; it makes pi
low of softness for the cheek which
burning with fears and the touch {
pain; it pours balm on every sorro"
it is hope undeferred; a fiowery 81
clusion into which the minds, whe
weary with sadness, may retreat
the cares of constant love. The n
membrance of every friendship, tt
clasp of that dear cold hand in IL
last moment of life, when she VIII
her consoling voice says farewell
FAREWELL" and her hand yet clings
yours. 1--WE shall, hope meet aga
in Heaven" The sound OF tho
parting words linger with an etern
echo on the ear, and as dew of me
cy falling on the bruised and trouble
heart. Bereavements long withhe
descend sometimes as chasteni'
griefs upon our nature to remind
of our duty to our Heavenly Fatht
and direct our thoughts to that hap
and blessed home, "Where all tea
and sorrows shall be wiped away
"And we shall meet those dear on
to go out no more forever" The
is healing in the bitter cup q
takes away or removes from us the
we love to increase our faith and i
press on our minds that uncertain
of life, and to teach us to look II
ward to reunion in another wol
where there will be no more sepa
tion, and no mutability, except I'll
= which arises from perpetual progr
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