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Several other advocates of the cause, who mad
made arrangements to attend the meeting IN sleighs
were disappointed in consequence OF the thaw
and some who went by that mode Of conveyance,
found great difficulty in returning. The friends OF
the cause here propose visiting the village again
at an early day. 3t3 #a


s For the Columbian Fountain,


Lines on the Death of Sisters.


Being the Substance Of Dream. a
e3 ' BY REV. NEWTON HEsroN.


Addressed to my Mother!
Dear Mother, in the land of dreams last night,
My sleepless spirit took an upward flight
And pass'd with rapid wing the worlds on high,
That shine and glitter in the star-deckd sky,
Until, at length,I reach'd that happy cline,
Where every face is heavenly and divine;
And standing on high and towering cone,
Which rose in splendid majesty alone,
My eye its glances threw on all around,
And view'd the beauties of its fragrant ground
Such beauties as my tongue may never tell,
And sounds and words as ne'er on mortals fell
And sunbeams bright, from other orb than ours,
That pour their splendor on those blooming Aow'rs
That never droop and die, nor fade away
Like some poor tickle things Of earthly day
And as stood, enraptured with the sight,
And long'd to mingle with the blest, light
That made the former dark, came flashing near,
And with it came voice that banished fear,
And told of one we all have loved on earth
The brightest jewel of our cheeress hearth
And as stood the words came palmer still,
Stealing Ger my heart with heavenly thrill,
Echoing with extacy through all my soul,
The music of the Christians happy goal;
That voice was ANNA's, oh, how soft its tone
How smingly her lovely countnance shone-
EaH sDear Brother, !" she said,


How camest thou here,


Thou art not yet dead,


Thy spirit why here
Come with me, come, I'll point thee away


Where night never darkens the day -
Then forth to me she threw her tiny hand,
! took it, and she led me through the land
Where crystal streams and Fountains ever flow,
And soothing winds and signing zephyrs blow;
And then she led me to silver stream
That rolld DER golden sand-(s seemed my dream }
And smiling pointed to the other shore,
Where hymns Of praise are sung forever more
'sThs lovely rivulet, . said she,
" Rolls from the shining throne of God,
That throne thou'lt never see,
IT'LL on the other shore tbou,st trod
g Be faithful unto Him, and then


III meet thee here, dear one again,


Far from the haunts of sinful men,


Or scenes of anguish, grief, and pain.
eco, Brother, back to earth and say,
fan would sec them happy here,


would not have them ever stay,
Amid yon wales so dark and drear
s'Oh! say, stand upon this shore
To smile, as one by one they come


To dwell where grief is known no more,
And hail them fondly, F" Welcome home ~
Thus she said, and smiling left my side,
Then plunged straightway into the swelling tide,
And for moment short was lost to sight,
Then to the troubled surface rising bright
Drops Of foam and spray dashing round her form,
As on the breaking pillows of storm,
While DER her head the rainbow colors came,
Like glowing sunshine on the falling rain,
And to that shining arch these words were given,
"Of such as these is the Kingdom Of Heauen -
For awhile in that silvery stream she bathed,
Then sung, /" Halleujah to Him who hath saved, /"
And her pure spirit triumphant arose,
As vapor absorbed by the sun, and those
Who are her happy companions above,
Welcomed her back and embraced her in love-
Then up to that tree whose branches are life,
Like an angel she flew, with happiness rife,
And clapping her hands exultingly sang,
"To Him who hath saved from sin and its pang,
And washed me with blood and freed me from pain
Be honor and praise again and again !"


PHILADELPHIA, August, ls45,


Published by request of many friends.
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For the Columbian Fountain.
| COLD WATER THE SIMPLE REMEDY.
MEssRs. EDIToRs 1t has been remark
ed, in substance, that the use Of one of the
most simple means has done more for the
extension OF great cause, in short time,
than the combined arguments and eloquence
OF men distinguished for wisdom and piety