From ihe ROston Courier. TO THE ANGELCHILDo or MOUNT AUBURN

BY ISAAC ?. sHErARp.
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As you enter the saeredly beautiful Mount Au. burn, following the right hand avenue, your steps lead to what is named the Yarrow Path,' where stands the monument owned by C. J. F. Binney, Esq length portrait, in marble, of his little daughter as she lay in deaths embrace, from the chisel oi Boston's favorite sculptor, Henry Dexter. It has been justly called the entertainment oi the pace-and IS no less interesting for it's own beauty, than from the fact that it is the first fulllength from was after looking at it for the fteth time that the accompanying lines were written:

 Slumber on, sIumber on thou beautiful thing! For thy rest is guarded by many wing,

 As lowering over this love-hallowed place

 The cherubim bend to thy heart winning face, lmpnnting kiss-then floating on high

 Commingling with zephyrs their pure lullaby. Slumber on, slumber on Though thy pulses are still Nor beats thy young heart with life.gving thrill, Thy lips are yet speaking with spiritborne tone, Whose echoes are waking in soul-dephs alone, Inspiring rich thoughts of the visions that lie Deep hid in the sight of thine Earth closing eye. Slumber on slumber on The birds carol near Their meowest songs to thy liste hing ear, Hathushed, as if Hearing to wake from its rest, And call thy pure spirit away from the blest, While sorrow would trouble the regions of love For sister won back from the seraphs above. sIpmber on, sluinber on !sThy fall flowing hair Seems eoftlyto float on the revefng air; Thy delicate frame, md thy garments ot white, An angel bespeak from the kingdom of light That lures by its presence and rvets us here To gaze on thy beauty and give thee tear. Slunber on, slumber on! There is beauty in death, All lfeke and true, save the heave of the breath; And here shall men finger around the green sod Communing with heaven and purity God, And feel they treadng life's confines upon; Then sleep thou, oh beautiful sleep sweety on!