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loved one low in the damp earth-Seneath
the cold clods of the valley--hard it is to re-
feet that this, thy child of peerless beauty,
will never more raise its rosy lips to thine,
in all the fondness OF childhood's warm at
fection. All, these are recoIlections that
weigh upon the soul even to overpowering.
Memory tells thee thou art desoate--it tells,
too, of playful smiles-ot thousand soft
and winning ways that twinc around the
msther's bosom-it tells of the sweet wild
throbbings of unspeakable bliss, that were
thine, when softly soothing it to slumber
and repose. Now the foliage Of the cypress
will be its shelter. and the narrow house Its
abiding place-the nursery will no more re-
sound with its gladstone mirth-the cradle in
which it had so often reposed in quietis now
desoiate. Thou weepest. childless mother


The last look. The time is come when
she may gaze once morr upon her sleeping
boy, ere the pail is settled upon his liteless
brow. Oh the bitter agony of that moment
--one long burning kiss upon his marble
forehead, and he is shut from her view! In
the fullness of her grief she says.


No more, my baby, shalt thou lie,


With drowsy smile and half-shut eye,


TlllOWcu upon tily iiolhIi , Siea'tA


Serenely sinking into rest


Thou vert lovelier than the morn of May,


Possessing the brighter charms that youth a.


dorm


But all those beauties now have pass'd away,
And all who knew them once are left to mourn
The opening rose boomed here a little while


Smiling serene beneath summers sky
But can no more mothers sigh begue,


Or wipe the tear from pale afllction's eye.


For God hath laid thee down to sleep,


Like pure heart beneath the deep!


Look abroad, fond mother, upon the ways
of sinful men. and repine no more that God
has made thy child an angel in the regions
of bliss. Now his song mngles with the
Thanksgiving of the blest sanctifed, safe,
and secure from the stormy blasts Of ini-
guilty, with him who is from everlasting!


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The long train of weeping friends gather
ed round fresh dug grave. The coffin
was lowered into It's final resting place-thr
spirit of him who was So lovely here had,
long ere this. crossed the dark waters--and
is safely landed upon the tiowery coast of a
world Of fadeless boom'