- POETRY.

FOR iisf isf. aEuocATE.
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Perhaps the reader will recollect seeing an account of a marriage sa soA.a eastern city, lately, followed imm ediately hy the death ot the husband, who had been finger ing with the consumption. Ihe story still ciipgs to my mind, though have forgot ten date and place. 'fhe reader will ex- Cuse the following poor attempt at em- bodying in words what might have been the thoughts of the bride after the hus- bands death. Dead 1s he dead Oh tell me, for mine

 eJes Are dim with tears--tcll me-'twill not

 sarprize Or shock nc. Is lie dead !-why, no one

 hears, Aud am talking to tic cold dull ears Of the pale dead-aad 1 have ga2ed 80

 long

 Upon his face. that had thought throag Ofpeople were around me. Oh, pale corse i, How willingly would existence toss into tiis, Civ .s ef's besans, If my death Could bring thy spirit back, and give new

 breath Unto thy liieless mass.

 '1ls long, 'tis uerq long, That have watched thee struggling with

 the strong < Long nights beside thee, and when thou

 hast slept Have watched and famed thee--and have

 fed tby lips With cooling draughts and while the pale

 eclipse Ofpain was on my heart, have sung to thee fiji thou didst faiut,y smile: and now, ah watch thy pallid corae.

 Full many day, While Death was stealing cruelty away ihy life blood, l have loved thee, with

 power Ever uncaasng till the last sad hour Young idol Of my heart, thou Hest there Cold, cold and dead-and l must onward

 fare Through tho chill world alone-- well, then,

 'tis we'll. Atleast thou vast my husband, though the

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 Which the worms tenant, is thy bridal he'd Wasre .ie,. shalt rest thy unresisting head While the clods tumble on thee--as this is Cur bridal night.

 lis true there was no bliss When we did wea-but pale and silent

 Death Sat looking on, and iis old,clammy breath Pas Oil thy brow.

 Sleep on, dear friend, for Time Will wander little towa ards the dark abyne Of drear eternity. before my head Is resting in its narrow eartben bed. Mathifk6 eyen now 1 hear the dul clods E Upon our cofins--and tho live worms

 crawl ifnnaturally around us--horrid though .-- 0ii far one hour of sleep