The Mormon wife; a life story of the sacrifices, sorrows and sufferings of woman A narrative of many years' personal experience . s, and I felt—I knew—that a beliefwhich sanctioned and promoted such sinful practices, must be ofthe Evil One; and then I said, in the language of the patriarch,Oh, my soul ! come not into their secret ; to their assembly,my honor, be thou not united. .But circumstances forbade myreturn to the friends of my youth, for I must be weaned frommy idols. You weary yourself, Mrs. Murray, I said ; here, takethis, and I administered a pleasant cordial. Feel my pulse, she sai
The Mormon wife; a life story of the sacrifices, sorrows and sufferings of woman A narrative of many years' personal experience . s, and I felt—I knew—that a beliefwhich sanctioned and promoted such sinful practices, must be ofthe Evil One; and then I said, in the language of the patriarch,Oh, my soul ! come not into their secret ; to their assembly,my honor, be thou not united. .But circumstances forbade myreturn to the friends of my youth, for I must be weaned frommy idols. You weary yourself, Mrs. Murray, I said ; here, takethis, and I administered a pleasant cordial. Feel my pulse, she said. I did so ; there was not the least perceptible flutter. I sawihat she was sinking rapidly. Joy ! joy 1 she said. I go. Mr. Murray could contain himself no longer. He rose, andapproached the bed. Sarah, my wife, he said, have you no regret for me ? She opened her half-shut eyes, extended her thin, pale hand,and faintly murmured, My husband, I pity and forgive you. And is that all ? he said, choking with more is necessary ? Wretched man that I am, he groaned. Oh ! that I haaremained true to you and The Closing Scene. 173 Mrs Murray seemed to have forgotten his presence. *4 Bendnear me, Mrs. Ward, she stooped over the bed. M My last request is to be buried beside my children ; but dont let that man, B m, come near me. I forbade hia attendance at the burial of my babes. Yes ; I knelt down, animplored aud begged him to stay away. Oh 1 the Mormonfaith will not do to die by. In what faith do you die ? I said, solemnly. The faith in which I was born, and here, she said, here isa letter which I wish you to send to my venerated pastor, shouldan opportunity ever occur, and she drew from the folds of hergarment a sheet of paper, delicately traced. You will send it ? she murmured faintly. If an opportunity ever occurs. V Now read. I opened a well-worn Testament that lay beside her on thebed, and commenced reading. Once or twice she attempted tospeak,
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