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FROM THE TIMES.
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FROM THE TIMES. ,T.-.t ' a.a LINES 7eTA s On tRe deoth ef Asr. Lunsaw HSb6e'3 cf EVTn.

 ... ehesteT. He's laid to rest in manh"Od's prime, .. Mid glowing hopes and prospects bright, Borne downward by the stream of Time, In its uncsasing, nOiseless flight. His sun just reached itS noOnday night. And clear and clOudless was its way. When fainter. fainter grew its light.- His sun went down while yet twas day. Strong were the ties which bound him here. Earth's joys, loved friends. all bade him stay Ta vain they shed the burning tear

 A stronger power called him away. In him mankind have lost friend Who made their g"od his highest atm; And till the day of lifs shall end. In grateful hearts shall live his name. But can it be that nought could save '. That noble soul that moral worth Could snatch it from the opening grave, e And yet detain it upon earth: r An, no! That spirit took its flight

 To him who first 1t being gave, Swiftly as fly the rays of light;-

 Affection saves not from the grave. And there's heart that's buried deep

 With him who slumbers in the tomb; An eye that ceases not to weep.

 In deepest solitude and gloom. Yet murmur not; though called to mourn That death has dealt the fatal blow. Has rudely from affection torn

 Its hope and stay while here below. A Fathers kind, unerring hand,

 Which orders all things for the best. In silence gave the wise command.

 And called him where the weary rest.