TIE, RIJI.IAI,
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n was summer The sun shone proudly
down upon the gray mist that rose above the
billows-the blushing charms OF spring were
passed. and the summer glow OF love,lness
had succeeded. The woods were gay and
beautiful-for nature had clothed them IN
all her SURPRISING splendours. The noun
tain stream now run, now rippled, now curl
inc with it's silver eddies sparkling in the
sun -beam-now smoothly flowed along its
ever-yarying bed, towards its quiet home
Sin the world of waters" The birds war
blcd as sweetly in their green bowers OF
bliss, as if signs and tears were thing u"
known.


There was Joy on earth-the twittering
swallow, as it darted along in sunshine and
shade needed not the wailings Of afflction
and distress-the wild bird, in its noiseless
A;sht. softly silent as falls the snow -fake,
eemed unm,ndfu of woe, as it flashed its
wing across the vision. like the thought OF
dream during the hushed hours Of midnight,
and vanished as suddenly. To me the sight
oftheir ioyous felicity brought no gladncss--
the sounds of their mirth fell cold upon the
beart-it seemed but bitter mockery; and
smoke of days departed The bright and
Laughing skies seemed insensible that they
we're smiling over ruin and decay-that one
of hopes fairest. sweetest flowers, had
drooped and died; and that now-even now
was to be laid in the earth's cold bosom.





Ihad seen the child in guileless beauty,
when it was thing all glowing with health.
innocence, and joy-l had seen i folded IN
the arms of her that bore it, in all the over
whelming fondness OF mothers love. but
now her first-born blessing-her first, last
and only one, slept--not on the soft bosom
oG a mothers stenderness-but with the quiet
dead! Death, death! how lovely canst thou
be! Though pale and lifelcss. it wore
smile passonless and pure. as the cherub Of
|immortality--it had nothing Of the corpse
about it, but its Understanding OF the
grave but its silence. So beautiful it seem
ed-like the spsrtive lamb, decked with
fowerv garland for the sacrifice. coult
fain have lain down by its side in the cold DO
som Of our common mother, in the dark ant
silent valley.
Thou weepest. childless mothcr-ah. wei
, thou mayest-the Son of God wept at tn
! tomb Of his friend-and thou mournest tn
. 6rst-bern, Hard il is for thee to lay th