POETRY.

THE EARLY DEAD.
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nv THE HON. AUGUSTA NORTON ,uh., weeu we for? Thou heedeSt not

 The tears that Der thy tomb we Shsd' ThOu'rt happy! and thou needeSt not

 Our sighs for thse--the early dead! 1vI, ,vesp for thee? Thy cares are OCT, Forgotten now in yOn bright skies; zHv bark has reach'd its destined shore' And lies, safe moOr'd, in Paradise. Why weep for thee ? ThOu'st only shared The smiles of youths most summer cline If short thy course, thou hast been spared The heightened risks and storms oi tune; And fla cloud e'er stirr'd, to throw A shadow o'er the sunny day, ,rwas like a tear of infant woe,

 Scarce seen, ere charm'd by smiles away. Then let us not shed tears for htee,

 But check the vain and selfish flow; Thou shouldst a cause of emry be,

 To struggling nortals here below. Then be the tomb with roses twined, And be thy grave with lilies spread; Let's weep for those who're left behind, But not for Mee--the happy dead!