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Lines prompted 6y the death of Alice " COOcles cf OCerlaa hlstitade, of ,chich Sae sOGS some time Principal ip the Female Department. Dear sainted spirit, thou art gone to thy rest, Yes, thou hast left us,-art joined with the blest, Though we feel deeply thy loss, yet we cannot ., complain,

 FNflwe know that our loss, is thy infinite gain. Then rest, thot fair spirit, in heaven rest, Receive from thy God, on thy radient crest, Thine own promised crown, bespangled and bright

 By those gems thou hast plucked from endless night,

 May thy virtues be treasured deep in the heart, Till we shall be called from our friends to part, 'Tis with God thou art dwelling, and blest be his name

 Forever unchanging, forever the same.

 J.w.B.