THE DRUNKARD'S WIFE.

A TRUE STORY.
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Can you forgive me, Emily 7 have bee.
brute, a william !Oh! how can you for.
Igive me ! i have sinned as man never
sinned before, and against such an angel as
you. On, God annihate me for my guilt


'Charles !" said the dying woman in a
tone SO sweet and low that it floated thro'
the chamber like the whisper of disem-
bodied spirit, 4 forgive you, and may God
forgive you, too; but oh do not imbitter
this last moment by such an impious wish.


The man only sobbed in reply, but his
frame shook with the tempest Of agony
within him. N


sCharles,' at last continued the dying
woman, ! have long wished for this mo-
ment, that ! might say something to you
about our little Henry ,AiI


God forgive me for my wrongs to him,
too = murmured the repentant man.


Il have much to saw, and have but little
time to say it in; feel that shall never
see another SUM-


"A violent fit Of coughing here interrupt
ed her.


ooh no; you must not, will not die,
sobbed her husband, as he supported her
sinking frame; you'll live to save your re-
pentapt husband. Oh you will


The tears gushed into her eyes, but she
only shook her head. She laid her wan
hand on his and continued feebly, ",


Might and day, for many long, ever.
have | prayed for this hou6ave doubted
even IN the darkest NO. c,,, th,t within
ma which whispered that as all had desert
Cd Won and had not, so in the end you
wonld at last come back to your early
felnUs. Oh would it had come sooner;
some happiness might have been mine a.
cain in this world; but Gods will be done
am weak, feel that am failing fast
Henry, give me your hand.'


The little boy silently placed II IN hers
she kissed it, and then laying it within her
husbands, continued, ,aa


Here is our child, our only born; when
| am gone he will have none to take care
oC him but you, and as God is above, as
Won love your own blood, and as you value
q promise to dying wife, deep, love, and
cherish him. O, remember that he is
Young and tender; il is the only thing for
which would care to live She paused,
and struggled TO subdue her feelings. 'Will
YOU promise me, Charles "