DEATHS.
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Departed this life, on Wednesday morning, the
26th INST, JOSEPHINE, youngest daughter OF
Thomas HAvENER, Esq, in the 9th year OF her
age.
When death sends his summons to the aged and
the nirm il resembles the reaper's sickle entering
the field ripe for harvest; but when he strikes his
poisoned arrow at the vitals Of youth and innocence
tits like nppng the rosebud, ere its beauties are full
ly disclosed or like the fall of the flowers scattered
by some rude whitening Autum blast So mild, SO
beautiful, was the subject OF this notice, that she
was not only the idol OF the family circle, but an
object of aicctionate interest and tender regard to
large circle of friends, who now mourn her loss
But we do not mourn as those without hope; we
feel that she has been transplanted to happier
clime--the Angels playground is now her home
fesh-stript, but glory-ciad spirits her companions
the bosom of Jesus her pillow. Lovely, even in
death, she looked like some fair spirit


Lost in an aerial flight,


aae From Heavens paradsial height.
But Death will


Tho her frail dust mingles with the clod,


Be but the veil that lifted, shows her God.
Lines suggested gazingJor the last time upon her


Iopely corpse.
And has Death set his cygnet seal upon this marble


brow?
And must the long and last farewell be slowly whs-


pered now?


Alas ue music Ol lily VoiCe shdi Sioot ouA ooi'


more,


Till welcomed by its melodies upon the peace


bound Shore


We cannot think that thou art gone, although the


deep-toned bell S
Strikes on our heart, in mournful sounds, our Sis


ters funeral knell.
We cannot realize loss it seems to us that sleep
Has only closed these eyes, and we should no more


weep.


But oh the dread realty-tho' art shrouded for the


tomb,


And friends have placed upon thy breast the en-


blems of thy doom.
But yet glorious crown is thine above the sunny


sky, ),
And angels twned the wreath for thee with buds


that never die.


Thy tinsel'd car by seraphs borne and waited far


away,
Is glittering now amid the throng that dwell in end
less day;
And we will try to thank our God for the sweet


promise given,


That soon wen outride every storm and meet thee


home in Heaven. NJ.