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== Introduction ==

“Death of the Old Wife.” ''The Mother’s Treasury'' 19.3 (1864): 42-43. Print.
	
The authorship of the short story “Death of the Old Wife” is unknown to the reader, which in fact follows the pattern of many of the other short stories provided in ''The Mother’s Treasury''. The majority of works within this monthly jounal are simple, brief, and written by unknown ordinary men and women.  This story was published in multiple journals: ''The Reading Club and Handy Speaker'' in 1879 and ''Manfords Magazine'' in 1887. 
	“Death of the Old Wife” is significant because it encapsulates the purposes and themes which ''The Mother’s Treasury'' desires to bring to its readership. This short work of fiction incorporates a mother’s pure love for her children, devotion to God, and loyalty to spouse. This brief tale outlines Victorian ideals regarding daily living and marital relationships, giving the reader a clearer understanding of how Victorian society measured a successful marriage and individual accomplishments.

== Transcription ==

'''Death of the Old Wife''' 

(See [[media:DeathOfTheOldWife.pdf|PDF Version]])

She had lain all day in a stupor, breathing with heavily-labored breath, but as the sun sank to rest in the far-off Western sky, and the red glow on the wall of the room faded into dense shadows, she awoke and called feebly to her aged partner who was sitting motionless at the bedside: he bent over his dying wife and took her wan<ref> Pale and appearing ill or exhausted [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref>, wrinkled hand in his. 
	“Is it night?” she asked in tremulous tones, looking at him with eyes that saw not.
	“Yes,” he answered softly. “It is growing dark.” 
	“Where are the children?” she queried; “are they all in?”
	Poor old man! how could he answer her; the children who had slept for long years in the old churchyard—who had outlived childhood, and borne the heat and burden of the day, and, growing old, had laid down the cross and gone to wear the crown, before the old father and mother had finished their sojourn! 
	“The children are safe,” answered the old man, tremulously; 
	“don’t think of them Janet, think of yourself; does the way seem dark?”
	“My trust is in Thee; let me never be confounded. What does it matter if the way is dark?”
	“I’d rather walk with God in the dark, than walk alone in the light.”
	“I’d rather walk with Him by faith, than walk alone by sight.” 
	“John, where’s little Charlie?” she asked.
	Her mind was again in the past. The grave dust of twenty years had lain on Charlie’s golden hair, but the mother had never forgotten him! The old man patted her cold hands, hands that had labored so hard that they were seamed, and wrinkled, and calloused, with years of toil, and the wedding ring was worn to a mere thread of gold—and then he pressed his thin lips to them, and cried. She had encouraged and strengthened him in every trial of life! Why, what a woman she had been! What a worker! What a leader in Israel! Always with the gift of prayer or service. They had stood at many a death-bed together—closed the eyes of loved ones, and then sat down with the Bible between them to read the promises. Now she was about to cross the dark river alone.
	And it was strange and sad to the old man and the yellow haired granddaughter left them, to hear her babble of walks in the woods, of gathering May flowers, and strolling with John, of petty household cares that she had always put down with a strong resolute hand; of wedding feasts and death-bed triumphs, and when at midnight she heard the bridegroom’s <ref> A man on his wedding day or just before or after event [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> voice, and the old man bending over her, cried pitifully, and the young granddaughter kissed her pale brow, there was a solemn joy in her voice as she spoke the name of her children one by one, as if she saw them with immortal eyes, and with one glad smile put on immortality. They led the old man sobbing away, and when he saw her again the glad morning sun was shining, the air was jubilant with the song of birds, and she lay asleep on the couch under the north window where he had seen her so often lie down to rest, while waiting for the Sabbath bell. And she wore the same best black silk and the string of gold beads about her thin neck, and the folds of white tulle<ref> A soft, fine net material used for making veils and dresses [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> Only now was the brooch with his miniature wanting, and in its place was a white rose and a spray of cedar—she had loved cedar—she had loved to sing over her work:“Oh may I in His courts be seen,Like a young cedar fresh and green.”<ref> A Universalist Society Hymn compiled in the 1821 Universalist Hymn-book, which contains a collection of hymns and psalms for the use of Universalists Societies. This hymn book was compiled by Hosea Ballou and Edward Turner, who were influential preachers in the Universalist religion. The purpose of this hymn book was to “aid, strengthen, and animate the spirit of pure devotion” (Hosea Ballou and Edward Turner, ''The Universalist Hymn Book'', Boston: Munroe and Francis, 1829, ''Google Book Search'', Web, 20 Oct. 2008). The lyrics of this hymn were written by Isaac Watts who was an English pastor, preacher, poet, and hymn writer. He wrote 600 hymns which include "Am I a Soldier of the Cross," "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross," and "Joy to the World." He lived from 1674-1748 and was the founder of the English hymnody. The tune of this piece was composed by Glen Wright (''Dictionary of Unitarian and Universalist Biography'', Eds. Peter Hughes and Spencer Lavan, Unitarian Universalist Historical Society, 2008, Web, 20 Oct. 2008).</ref>

	But what strange transformation was there? The wrinkles were gone. The traces of age, and pain, and weariness were all smoothed out; the face had grown strangely young, and a placid smile was laid on the pale lips. The old man was awed by this likeness to the bride of his youth. He kissed the unresponsive lips and said softly:
	“You’ve found Heaven first, Janet, but you’ll come for me soon! It’s our first parting in over seventy years, but it won’t be for long—it won’t be for long!”
	And it was not. The winter snows had not fallen, and there is another grave, and to-day would have been their diamond wedding<ref> Traditionally, this is when a couple celebrates their 6oth wedding anniversary ("Wedding Anniversary," ''Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia'', Wikipedia, 25 Jan. 2010, Web).</ref> We had planned much for it, and I wonder—I wonder—but no! Where they are, there is neither marriage nor giving in marriage.

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Edited by: [[Goepel, Rachel: section 1, Fall 2008]]


From: [[Volume 19, Issue 3 (The Mother's Treasury: Containing Hints and Helps for the Household)]] <!-- This links back to the Volume/Issue page -->

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