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SoRRow.-There is sorrow of the world,
that deserves little or no pity. And there is
a sorrow, too deep to be smoothed, but in the
rest of the grave. That is the sorrow felt by
her who sees the husband of her early affec.
tions going fast TO the drunkard's grave, and
to the abodes Of blackness and darkness for
ever! We can see our friends suffer; we may
stand by and witness the amputation of limb
and we may pity; but when we see that the
suffering of the body is but a prelude to the
pain that must follow; when we see the being
that we have loved, deliberately sacrificing
both body and soul, to demon that can show
no pity-to demon that has slain his thou.
sands, and delights in carnage and blood-it
is this will cause sorrow which mocks all con-
ISOLATION. 1t is worm that never dies To
lean on the trembling arm Of the tottering in
ebriate-to sleep on the couch with the start
ling, troubled, maddening, woe-begone, hope


less drunkard-are living, abiding sorrows, that
can die only with life itself! And such sor-
rows poor woman feels and endures, because
she cannot die-because she is constituted to
suffer, till the attenuated thread of life has
spun its last fibre, and the bleeding heart has
throbbed its last When the grave shall tell
its story-when the trump of the archangel
shall reanimate the sleeping dead-then, o.!
then, the murdered, slain-the thousands, yes,
the ten-thousands of inundated wives should
be swift witness against the cruel assassin
who, drop by drop, has drained the last parti-
Gle of blood from the palpilating heart of her
whom he had sworn to love and cherish through
life-who had wept and hoped entreated and
prayed-till despair had fastened its talons,
and the angel of mercy had fled forever!