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The Editor of the Enquirer would confer favor on one of his readers by inserting in hi paper the following lines suggested by th death of Miss H. M. s. of New. Milford. Thou art gone from our sight

 And is it forever? Thou beautiful and bright,

 Shall we look on thee never? Shall the lone hearth,

 The forsaken friend. And she who gave thee birth,

 Ne'er welcome thee again! Must love and londness mourn, CNeaih age and sorrow bending.) Fcs the loved one gone.

 With griet that knows no end:ng7 Shall sisters fond love

 Yearn for thee in vain. And the social circle move

 Without thee in its train! And can it be, the tie

 We deemed no hand could sever Was broken when we saw thee die, Broken-and forever! Forever-on earth,

 But promise is given, That lEey of " the new birth"

 Shall mingle in Heaven; Tha. we of Adams guilty race,

 Through Savior's dying love, And the riches of his grace,

 May live with him above. Oh ! when ,h,s short life is OCT,

 And its fancied pleasures flee, May more sold joy be ours.

 In God, in Christ. with thee. New Milford. April Slh, lS47.