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we think of lhem-we think of them. too at the calm twilight hour, and at bright, l smiling morn their image is not forgotten. The stranger may lightly pass over the grassy mound which covers them-'twil! not disturb their repoSe. Theirs is sweet, holy sleep-thcits is a rest which none will disturb. Calm be their slcpp-nnd though rccoilectionS of them may cause the tear drop 10 fall, We will not call them back, from :hcir noble, pure home, to again minglo with the vanities of the earth, and again meet it's trials. We vii silently look upon the turf which covers them-we will their plant the evergreen and thorniess rose, as a parting tribute 10 their memory, and then leave the spet-- perhaps forever, but while life and reason last We will think of them, cherish their memory as a choice plant. True, nd2ca, they have mingled their once lovely forms with the dust, among tho rich and poor, the virtuous and vicious, but tho i,nmnr- tai spark within is tranSplanted to n lai,er climc-even Paradise, the home ol angels.

 They arc gone-gono from us, but we cherish their remembrance. and forget them not in our daily walks through life. They ure transplanied to brighter land while love casts Cudelcss garlaad upon the green turf that covers them.