REMEMBER ME.
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There are not two other words in the lam
guage that call back a more fruitful train ol
past remembranccs of friendship. than these
Look through YOUR library, and when you
cast your eve upon volume that contains
the name of an old compainion, 1t will say
remember me. Have you AN ancient album
the repository Of the mementos Of early
affection! Turn over is leaves, stained by
the finger uf tine--sit down aud ponder up
on the names enrolled upon them; each says
remember me. Gointo the crowded church
ward, among the marble tonbs s-read tine
simple and brief inscriptions tina. perpetuate
the memory Of departed ones; they too have
voice that speaks to the hearts OF the liv-
ing. and it says--remem5er M. Walk in
the hour of evening twilight and the scenes
of YOUR early rambles; the we'll known
maths. the winding streams, the overspread'
ing trees, the green and gently sloping bar rs
will recall the dreams of juvenile pleasure,
and the recollections Of youthful companions;
thev too bear the treasured Injunction
member mr..


And this is all that is left at last of the
wide circle of our early friends. Scattered
by fortune, or called away by death, or
thrown without our band by the changes OF
circumstance or Of character-in time, we
find ourselves alone with the recollection OF
what they were. Snme were our beneiactors
and won us l,y their favors; others were kind,
amiabe and affectionate, and for this we cs-
tecmed them; others again were models otvIr-
tue, and shared our praise and admiration. 1t
wasthus little while, and then the chances OF
the world broke in upon the delightful inter-
course; it ceased. Yet still, we do all we
can to discharge the one sacred, honest and
honorable deht-7ce remember them.


The tribute, too, Of remembrance Which
we delight to pay to others, we desire TOR
ourselves. The wish for applause; the
thirst for fame; the desire that our names
should shine down to future posterity in
the glory Of recorded deeds, is feverish,
unhappy passion, compared with the unam-
bilious desire to retain, even beyond the
span oflfc, the affections ofthe warm heart
ed few who shared our JOYS and sorrows IN
the world. I once read the bret inscription


-'remember me, on tomb stone IN a coun-
try church ward, with tear, that the grave
oe Bonaparte would not have called forth.


But whom do we always remember with
affrction9 the virtuous, the kind, the warm
hearted: those who have endearc1 them
selves to us BY the amiableness Of their char
actors. 1t is the mind. the disposition, the
habits, the feelings of our friends whish at
toch us to them most strongly; which form
the oulv lasting bond of affection; Which
lone can secure our affectionate remembran-
ces


Then if we would be remembered with
the kindliest feelings; if We would be en-
balmed in the memory If those we love, IT


we desire that when fortune or fate shall
seperate US from our friends, they may long
t,;nt of ne. we must Dossess ourselves the
same cbaracteY VIC love in others. Never
was there more noble line written in the
history of man, than this-'the first emotion
of pain he ever causeI-was caused by his
departure