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he coffin is left at rest, and Immediately
the whole multitude join in the melancholy
chant. Some voices tremble with emotion,
and soon cease entirely, after All interval to
resume the strain:


Away, away--far above the sky,


mount on angel wings,


And the gale of Heaven rushes by


Bearing celestial harmony,


And joy on my spirit fiings.


Adieu to the world that held so dear,


Farewell to each tender tie;


Weep not weep not, for a brighter sphere


Shall soothe my soul and dspcl the tear


In the home prepared OH high.
fsee, I see the celestial gate,


And a glorious rest is nigh;


leave, leave but weary state,


Fora scene where endless delights await


In the home prepared on high.


Away, away-far above the sky,


mount on angel wings,


And the gale of heaven rushes by


Bearing celestial harmony,


And joy on my spirit fling.


On, what sound is here! The young,
and beautiful, the joyous uniting with the
aged christian in the death song, all stand
ing subduel and weeping in the open air a.
round the grave. There are eyes dmmed
now that have not wept before; there are
lofty spirits bowed which lately thought of
death with carelessness and contempt, and
a meek and hallowed resignation tempers
the aspiring mind to the lowly disposition of
the followers of Christ. may hope that
man. who witness this scene and share these
feelings which never lose the impression,
but by their grief for another's death may
be better prepared tor their own. The
hymn is over the coffin is in the ground,
and each gentle maid as she passes by drops
her rose bud into the grave, and looking
down, weeps atrcsh as she reads engraved
on the silver plate the name of her beloved
fricud-MARY MANDELL.