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to yonder curtained room, tread lightly. for


allis still, Nature itself is but lust wax


ing into life--the hum Of business has not


yet disturbed the calm quiet Of this HOLY


hour. But see around the couch Of suf-


fering, bends with tearfdl eye, the anxious
mother-there, too, are the weeping sisters
the father, and brothers there, too, is
another-grief has touch his manly heart,
and his countenance betrays the deep emo
tlon Of that heart. But why this change ?
Wherefore are gathered this sorrowing
group' An tits around dying bed--and
the vlctim' Can it be that joyous onss--


Yes, It's even so!-the burning, throbbing
brain--the fevered cheek-the unearthly
brIghtness>of that eye-all tell that Death
has another victim. Youth, friends, phy-
sIclans, cannot snatch the loved one from
the embrace of the ruthless tyrant Death


They feel-they know it is so; yet how
can they say "Farewell how can thew
see that once bright eye closed forever in
death and know that voice is forever
hushed Sorrowing ones, well may affec-
tons tear be shed that such should be thine
untimely fate


Calm was the summer morning, and its.
balmy breath came fresh through the open
window to fan the brow Of the dying one.
lhe music of birds was heard, waiting as it
were the fiutterng, struggling spirit, from
Its prison house Of clay to that blest region,
where it may ming le with the seraphc choir,
and tune that voice, whose melody has SO
often been heard on earth, TO .nobler
sweeter strains" Yes, the hour has come
the struggle is over, and the heaven-born
spirit wings its way to the spilt-land =
But has it fled and left that heavenly smile,
the senblance Of life, upon that coan,e-


nance They pause to catch her breath,
but all is still stillness--all save the stified
sob, the suppressed sigh of the bereaved
ones. Aye, let the pent up feelings of the
bursting heart find relief in tears mo-
ther weeps for her daughter-a brother
mourns sister gone--a sister refuses to be
comforted for the loss of the playmate of
her childhood, the companion of her youth
and another mourns over blasted hopes.
blighted prospects--he weeps that one who
was to have shared with him life's veal and
woe-whose hearts confding love to him
had been given, should thus early find an
untimely grave. All, all have lost friend.
words of comfort were but mockery to your
afflicted hearts. Look from yon bright
sphere, now thou art an angel, and whisper
consolation--cheer the sorrowng heart.
heal the broken one, and draw them by
thine own sweet influence, from this delu-
sive world to the better lane, bid them not
weep for thee, for thou art blest, thrice
best Passed away like the morning cloud
--as the "star melts away into the light of
Heaven" thus passed thy spirit, loved Jo-
sephine-ere the sorrows of earth had
blighted it, back to its pure fount returned.
Why weep for thee, blest ones Rest thee
in Heaven.


Concord, W III