Year: 1867

We are indebted to lady friend. saws the
Savannah NeIrS 6 Herald, for the following
most touching extract from letter written
by dying wife to her husband, which was
found by him some months after her death.
between the leaves of a religious volume
which she was very fond of perusing The
letter which was literally dim with tear marks.
was written long before the husband was
aware that the grasp of fatal disease had fas-
tened upon the lovely form of his devoted
wife, who died, it is stated, at the early age
OF nineteen. 1t shows how fathomless is the
depth Of true woman's affections:


when this shall reach your eye, dear
G., some day when you are turning over
the relics OF the past, shall have passed
away forever, aud the cold, white stone be
keeping its lonely watch over the lips YOU
have so often pressed, and the sod will be
growing that shall hide forever from your
sight the dust OF one who so often nestled
close to your warm heart. For many long
and sleepfess nights, wrestlcd with the con-
seriousness of approaching death, until at last
1t has forced itself upon my mind; and al
though to you and to others it might seem
but the nervous imagination Of a girl. dear
C., is it not so! Many weary, weary
hours have passed in the endeavor to recon
cile myself to leaving you, whom l love so
well, and this bright world Of sunshine and
beauty; and hard indeed is it to struggle on
silently alone, with the sure conviction that
l am to leave all forever and 90 down alone
into the dark valley! ''But know 10 whom
l have trusted" and leaning upon His arm
Il fear no evil" Don't blame me for keen.
ing all this even from you. How could
subject you, OF all others, to such sorrow as |
feel at parting, when time will soon make il
apparent to you? | could have wished to
live, if only to be at your side when your time
shall come, and pillOwing your head upon nv
breast, wipe the death damps from your brow.
aud usher your departing spirit into its Ma.
ker's presence, embalmed in woman's holiest
prayer. b.: :: g 80; ~ be sO-auG submit.


Yours is the privilege of watching through
long and dreary nights for the spirits, final
flight, and of transferring my sinking bead
from your breast to the SaviOr's bosom And
you shall share my last faint pressure of the
hand and the last feeble kiss shall be yours
and even when the flesh and heart shall have
failed me-my eye shall rest on yours until
glazed By death and our spirit shall hold
one last fond communion. until gently fading
from my vIew-the last of earth-you shall
mingle with - first bright glimpses Of the
untadIng glories of that better world, where
partings are unknown. Well do know the
spot, dear c., where you will lay me !;
often have we stood by the place, and as We
watched the mellow sunset as it glanced
in quiv ering fashes through the leaves, and
frightened the grassy mounds around US with
stripes Of FURNISHED gold, ,eaeh has thought
that one Of us would come alone; and which
ever it may be, your name would be on the
stone. But you love the spot and know
you'll love me none the less when you see the
same quiet sunlight linger and play among
the grass that covers your Mary's grave. /
know you will 20 often alone when ain laid
there. and my spirit will be with you then.
and whisper among the waving branches, Il
am not lost, but gone before"