IIOME--A FRAGMENT.
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twas Sunday evening: The last rays oi
the setting sun had tinged the horizon with
gold-the blue vault of heaven was cloudless,
calm and serene. Mingled sounds of pear
ly rivulct. and the bird of song, came steal
ing upon the soul, sweet as the visions oi
youth--soft murmurs broke in upon the still
" silence, like music ON the houi of repose
The lake unrufTled by single areeze,
seemed to smile in its quiet rest, as if storm
aud tempest were thing unknown-its
! boundless depths were glowing brightly as
the polished mirror. with unnumbered trees
and blossoms impressed upon its BOSOM
The gentle zephyr SO lightly breathed upon
the dewy bowers that even the aspen Leaf
would have forgotten its trembling. The
glad earth, which had seen but a few short
months before clad in a wintry g&rment 81
fcecy snow, was now clad in cheerfulness
and smiles, declaring that blight and frost
had passed away.


Mingled recoilections came crowding
thick and fast upon the soul, when on turn


ing an angle in the road, the village Of b,
now my home, burst upon my view in all its
peerless beauty; the much loved trends
left but few months ago, bloon 'rg with
health and happiness might now be slum-
berny in their narrow house of solitude and
silence, aud the bright blossoms Of May
might now be blooming over their resting
placr-s Twas the hour oi
PRAYER. With conntenances beaming with
health and hope, with hearts beating high
with gratitude to the Author Of all good, the
children Of the Most High came up TO the
feast of the ta5ernacles. There, before the
altar-there in the temple OF the Eternal,
was raised the anthem and the song ct Him
who made the world. Not to appease his
vengeance did his children bow before him,
but to thank him for that kindness and the
care which knows no bound. At this hour so
beautiful aud brght-the type OF the glori-
Gus world where tears and sighs are never
known-when the soul is filed with joy and
rladness-'ts there in that soft hour OF
peace, when communing with Him who IS
invisible, that VIC have foretastc ct those
nnspeakablc joys that flow at Gods right
hand-'tis there we look toward to that
bright period. when purged from every I'M
purity and earthly fraiIty, we shall wing our
way to a home of glory, where our praises
will be without trembling and our thanks
givings unmingled with tears. l.s.