Year: 1871

The following beautiful and touching extracts
are taken from letter written by dying wife
to her husband, which was found by hin, some
months after her death, between the leaves of a
religious volume, which she was very fond of
perusiDg. The letter, which was literally dim
with tear-marks, was written long before the
husband was aware that the grasp OF fatal
disease had fastened upon the lovely form of his
devoted wife, who died, it is stated, at the ear 2
age of nineteen 1t shows how fathomless is the
depth of a 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, and the
cold white stone be keeping its watch over the
lips you have so often pressed, and the sod will be
growing that shall hide forever from yonr sight
tie lust of one who has so often nestled close to
your warm heart. For many long and seepless
nights, when all my thoughts were at rest |
have wrestled with the consciousness ofapproech-
ing death, until at last it has forced itself upon
my mind aud although to You and to Others it
might seem but the nervous imagination Of a
girl, yet dear G., it IS not SO. Many weary hours
have passed in the endeavor to reconcile myself
to leaving you, whom | 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 am about to leave all for
ever and 90 down alone in the dark valley. "But
know in whom | have trusted" and leeniug
upon His arm, fear no evil. Don't blame me
for keeping all this even from You. How could
subject you, Of all others, to such sorrows as
fee al parting, when time will soon make 1t ap-
parent to you could have wished to live, if
onl TO be at your side when your time shall
CON :, and pillowiug your head upon my breast,
wi, &c the death damps from your brow, and
irrv init
presev CT. e. II ,lmed in woman's hrliest prayer.
Bnt ii is not 10 he so-and submit.


Yours is the privilege of watching through
long nd dreary nights for the spirits final fight,
and transferring my sinking heal from your
breast to the Savior's bosom. And you shGll
share my last thought; the last faint pressure Of
tie hands and the last feeble kiss shall be yours
and even when flesh aud heart shall have failed
me my eye shall rest on yours until glazed by
death-and our spirits shall hold one last COM
munion, until gently fading from my view-the
last of earth-you shall mingle with the first
bright glimpses Of the unfading glories Of that
better world, where partings are never known.
Well do | know the spot, dear G., where you
will lay me; often have we stood by the place,
and, as we watched the mellow sunset as it
glanced in quivering flashes through the leaves
and frightened the grassy mounds around US
with stripes of FURNISHED gold, each of US has
thought that one of us would come alone and
whichever it might be, your name would be on
the stone. But you loved the spot and know
you'll love me none eless when you see thesame
quiet sunlight linger and play among the grass
that covers your Mary's grave. l know you
will go often alone when l am laid there, and
my spirit will be with you then, and whisper
among the waving branches, 'I am not lost but
gone before"