Year: 1870

4 DYING WIFE 70 HER HUSBAND. The
following beautiful and touching extracts arc
taken from letter written by dying wife to
her husband, which was found by him, some
months after her death. between the leaves OF
s reigi giors 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 fastened upon the lovely form Of
his devoted wife, who died it is stated, at the
early age of nineteen. 1t shows how tathnm
less is the depth OF q true woman affections :


hen this shall reach your eye, dear e.,
some day when you are turning over the relics
Of the past, | shall have passed away forever,
md the cold, white stone be keeping its lone
~ watch over the lips you have SO often press.
ei, and the sod will be growing that shall hide
forever from your sight the dust of one who
has SO often nestled close to your warm heart
For many long and scepleSs nights, when all
my thoughts were at rest. have wrestlcd
With the CONSCIOUSNESS OF approaching death,
until at last it has forced itself upon my mind
and although to you anu to others it might
seem but the nervous Imagination Of Z girl, yet
dear G. it is not 50. Many weary, weary hours
have | passed in the endeavor 20 reconcile my
self TO leaving you, whom love so we'll aud
this bright world Of sunshine and beauty; and
hard indeed it Is to struggle Oh silently alone,
with the sure conviction that | am about to
leave sou forever and 20 down alone iu the dark
valley But know in WHOM have trusted,
aad leaning upon His arm, J tear no evil
Don't blame me for keeping all this even from
YOU How could | subject you, Of all others,
to such sorrows as teel at parting. when time
will soon make it 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 my breast, wipe the death damps from
your brow, and usher your departing split IN
10 the Maker presence, embalmed in woman $
hottest prayer. But it is not to be so-and /
submit.


Yours is the privilege of watching through long
aad dreaty nights for the spirits final flight,
and transferring my sinking head from your
tresSt to the Savior's bosom And you shall
share my last thought; the last faint pressure
Vi this hand, and the last feeble kiss shall be
yours: and even when flesh and heart shall have
tailed me my eye shall rest on yours untli < Iaz,
ID bv dcath--and our spirits shall hold one last
communion, until gently fadlog ircnl my view
the last Of earh-you shall mingle with the
first bright glimpses of the unfadiug glorles OF
that better world where partings ere unknown
Well DO know the spot. dear g., where you
will lay me often have we stood by the place
mud, as we watched the mellow sursct as l!
glanced in quiverine h1she; through the leaves
and frightened the grassy mounds around us
gith strpos ofbarpished gold, each has thought
that one of US would come alone; and, when
ever it might be, your name would be on the
stone But you loved the spot; and | know
YOU II love me none the less when you see the
.4lne quiet sunlight lingcr and play among the
grass that covers your Mary's grave. | know
you will 90 often alone, when | an laid there,
and my spirit will be with you then, and whlsp
ar among the waving branches: lam not lost,
hnt gone before.