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DEATH OF MR. HENRY ADAMs.-SelJom has this been called to mourn more sudden and painful bereavement. Death in it's milJest form is ut best but dark close to our pigrmage-but to go down the midst of health and strength, without the n,onitory voice of disease and decay to warn us of the transition, is the las, earthly evil to be dreaded For the surviving friends, also, such cup most bit, ter. In the various stages of protncted sickness, from constant attendance upon the sufferer from fa lmiliarizing minds with the prospect, we come to the sra # not with resignation at least with snbdued sorrow. In the case before us grief wears none of ,hesc sofcnng features. The friends the deceased shad not even the mournful privilege of speaking the Slast ndieu-of wiping the damp from his fore. he ad--of giving the last embrace. The morning 5sned upon their joyful circle with beams of promise land hope-it a morning without cloud. But l lhe svening darkened around the dwelling of grief He who their pillar and their pride, lay cold in he arms of death he who sat in their midst, and cheered them with the kind affections of husband, son, and brother. was no longer there. They shall seek him morning and evening, but he shall mol return they shall cal bu, he shall answer not again 50 brittle is the thread of our being! The green grass but gzo~s to cover our ashes, and the flower blooms but to decorate our graves.

 May this visitation be blessed 10 the bereaved may the aged parents be comfored in their evil hour sby the remembrance of past affections; may the widow set her hopes above the storm. and the broth love each other the better that their number s less. There is hope of meeting ,ha, takes away he seveTest pang of separation.

 Beyond the flight of time.

 4 Beyond the yale of death,

 There surely is some happier cline

 Where life is but a breath,

 And love. alec,ion's transient fire,

 Whose sparks fly upward and expire.

 And by this hope sorrow is rcconciled.