FOR THE LrTCHFIELD ENQUIRER. TO THE BEREAVED.
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-. Grieve not, my friends, that those you love Have left their tenement of clay; Wetrust they've gone to God above, To liveif everlasting day. Grieve not-that they have left you here You! have not long on earth to stay Life at the most does not appear

 More than brief, and fitful day. But rather for the living mourn;

 Grieve for yourselves, that you're oppressed With galling sin, that must be borne,

 Until you, too, are with the blessed. You have gleam of hope in all your sorrow, A star that points to never ending bliss; A glorious and triumphant morrow,

 Whose watch-word is, Eternal Happiness. June J. 1887. J. A.