Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland

rave

hanges that meet the eye as we pass along, but there are many traces left that awaken memories of past friends and past years. Here are the dear old trees under which we have played; the rocks upon whic

us enter the grave yard, and contemplate the c

rs, where

at our feet cry out-

nd the sobered and subdued period of middle life, and our sun has passed its meridian and is verging rapidly towards its setting, still this grief comes back again with all its first freshness. Here for the first time these eyes looked into an untenanted grave; for the first time saw the coffin let down into the "dark and narrow house," and heard the hollow sound as the earth fell upon it--and deep was the impression that was made upon the childish memory, and so faithful is she to her trust that at this moment, when standing upon this spot, she brings it back again, untarnished by the long years that have passed away. The little heaped up mound that covered their remains has sunk to a level with

, we see the toil and turmoil of life--its struggles, cares and disappointments, and then contemplating the scene around us, we feel that, this must be the end of all who live. Here lie those for whom we sought in vain in the places where we formerly knew them. Here repose the rema

our little books from the hands of our dear teacher, and that is my only recollection of

y. It is the grave of Edward Davis; he was a young man of superior talents, uncommon beauty and prepossessing manners. He was rich in this world's goods, and married an amiable young lady, in all respects his

of the sons. Not twelve rods from their own door they sleep side by side--that many voiced household, in the silence of death. No voice breaks the stillness; no words of love are interchange

glories of the upper world, and he felt it was "far better to depart and be with Christ." And even then came, "let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like hi

tenderly cared for by her maternal grand-parents and a maiden aunt, well educated and had commenced teaching, when she was seized suddenly with an alarming fever, which in a few short days, was terminated by death. T

lightly on the as

ess to hold them up as beacon lights to the rising generat

dant upon the care of the feeble mother. The children of the village were the willing bearers of many comforts to these poor people; and even now seems to come the well remembered "tell your mother I am much obliged to her," from the pale lips that lie buried beneath the

old one. His career was like the meteor flash, emitting its brilli

amiliar to the ear, and a form familiar to the eye starts into life, and treads again its mazy scenes. Many monuments are erected to entire strangers, and this is our first meeting wi

health faded upon her cheek; her sparkling eye lost its lustre, and the animated form, stiffened in death, was laid away in its silent chamber. At her feet lie two beautiful nieces, called, too, in the morning

a worm in the bud, preyed upon the damask of her cheek, dried up the fountain of her life, and bore

of the dead

lies a lovely daughter, snatched suddenly away, ere the bloom of youth had passed, and almost w

, and already have the shadows of coming twilight gathered around us, and the white marble slabs, dimly seen in its shado

filled with strangers. We will now leave this spot, to toss again upon the waves of time; but may the lesson here learned go wi

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ned expression of countenance, his eyes fixed fiercely upon a brace of logs that had been left reposing on the quiet bosom of the waters, waiting their turn to be sawed into boards. It was a valuable lot, and would bring considerable of an income to the owner, therefore he pursued it over the rapid current, hoping to arrest its course ere it reached the falls. Beside him stood a young boy on the raft, his cheeks blanched to marble whiteness, and his dark eyes fix

long years after did their expression haunt him), "O Mr. Lamb

Lambert, rather sternly, "I m

m the shore,--"Mr. Lambert, sav

the poor boy upon the raft was precipitated over the falls into the gulf below. As the agonized father stood gazing with breathless horror upon the sight, the form of his dear son arose once more, standing erect

ow to anger; but he turned when his son sank from his sight groaning in spirit, and shut himself up in his chamber, not daring to see Mr. Lambert till his wrath was in some degree abated. He secluded

his family on account of domestic troubles, an

d that awful sight gave her a shock from which she never recovered. The wretched father soon left that part of the country and journeyed to a far distant southern city, and far, far away in a land of strangers, they made h

th this they were contented. She united her industry with that of her husband, and her good management gave a neat and almost an elegant appearance to their little cottage home, which peeped out like a bird's nes

er cast so deep a shadow over their hitherto happy home. Matilda

arles and Matilda sauntered forth to inhale the sweet fragrance of the evening breeze that fanned the leaves of the trees, and wafted the odors of many flowers upon i

and listening to the boatman's whistle, and the splashing of the oar as it dipped the silver waves. The towering mountains rose high above their heads, and "Father Abraham" looked as though it we

eassured as the deep crimson upon her cheek a

tream of time, on the ocean of human life when unmoved by the tumultuous storms of passion that so often agitate the human breast, and cause the waves to rise and the billows to swell before the surging storm. Scarce six months have passed since that stream swept by in giant fury, and poor Willie was buried in its angry bosom. O, Charles, do you know

place, as it awakens

r brother seems hovering over me, whispering of the spirit lan

and tenderly into the face of

e necessity of having assistance in my household duties, and have thought perhap

e, Matilda, that I have not thought of this before, but I think if you a

rose bush that stood waving on a flowery bank beside them, and pointing to a crimson

and answered in

nk it will

ld not, it looks as promisin

t little worm gnawing at the very heart a

erstood; and then pressed her to his heart in a passionate, fo

faintly upon h

not feel as though I scarcely can reach our little cotta

Willie, for the youngest was named for her dear brother, and pursued

ther to stay the disease of his dear wife, and earnestly repeated, "if it be possible let this cup pass from me;" but after wrestling long, that peace came that passeth understanding--that peace that the God that heareth prayer bestows upon his children when they bow themselves befo

then eighteen, had the sole management of the family, as her grandmother was very feeble, and unable to assist her at all. She was rather surprised at Mr. Abbot's arrival, and quite alarmed when she heard the import of it. It was immediately settled

ed rapidly, and it became evident to all who looked upon her, that she was passing away to the spirit

e heavenly world, and select such passages of Scripture a

of nature, "support me by your strong arm while we pass through the garden to the river by the nearest way. I feel qu

er weight, so fragile had she become. Frank and Willie accompanied them with their happy counte

ds of her dear children. Frank was a noble boy, with dark brown hair and coal black eyes, inheriting his mother's beauty. Wi

them lightly to her forehead and then to her lips: looked earnestly into h

whispers through the waving trees, and it is the motion of their wings th

sant now, so near heaven, and his gentle spirit says, 'sweet sister, come;' surely the things of earth are passing away. Charles, the dear boys will comfort you when I am gone, and perchance my spirit may

the days of your youth;' and oh Charle

e of the hand he held in his, the white lips parted, the head fell heavily upon his shou

ith grief. Charles and E

to the house and wrapped her

side of her much lamented brother. The appropriate text, "He that believeth on me shall never die," comforted the gr

ave to his home and crushed the blighted leaves of autumn beneath his feet, he felt

grave, then looked fervently to heaven, and pres

th him, and thus the husband and children were provided for; and although the shadow of a great grief rested upon them, and there was a vaca

hispering of young love, giving them a trembling motion, like a bashful maiden as she blushingly listens to it. Beautiful looked the little village of W----, as the setting sun cast his slanting rays upon it, tinging the leaves with deeper green, and burnishing the little str

ckery being nicely washed and wiped to a shining brightness, stands neatly arranged in their proper places, on shelves scoured to a snowy whiteness. The floor is nicely swept, every chair carefully dusted, and set back in its proper place, and the broom and the brush

don your sun-bonnet, and w

door. Well did the sable dress that Annie wore become her fine complexion, for the rose blended with the lily upon her cheek, and beauty sat triumphant upon her ruby lips and sparkled in h

ects, and of the coming separation, as Edward was soon to leave for Boston, where

im you for my bride; true, the separation will be painful, but I am d

n, and I feel a gloomy foreboding when I think of your departure, I have been so accustomed to seeing you every day, to leaning on your arm in every walk, and going so constantly wit

t will be but for a short time, and it is sa

dently upon the arm of Theodore Stanley, "I should think Ed

ng a gaiety they did not feel, they soon hastened forward and joined in

miles long and three or four wide. It was separated from the main land in low water, by a small stream that was cross

es around them, for they were the growth of centuries. Loud came the chorus of the feathered tribe, as they sang their evening hymns bef

of the largest trees, seated by Edward's

let me have

ommenced carving his name in the tough bark

re busy carving the names of their favorite friend u

d I hope there will be neither mould nor moss upon it, to hide it fr

mer days, and weave chaplets of the bright leaves o

ws of evening fell around them, and it

ky lightning flashed, and the deep toned thunder reverberated peal on peal, while the shrieking winds rocked the tree t

h she could breathe, as there was an abscess forming in her throat. Her physician said she must sit bending forward, as there was great danger of its producing strangulation, should it break when she was in any other position, which he thought probably it might do before morning. Edward, the

nt that the house was immersed in a lurid glare of light. Annie, screaming, star

after a short struggle she recovered, and the crisis of her disease ha

m had spent its fury, and the clouds had passed away, leaving the blue canopy of heaven studde

would his feelings be the same towards her? truly, of this there was no doubt--was she not his own sweet Annie, who for three years had been his affianced bride, and, surely, there could be no change in him. But Edward Merton had not then explored all the secret chambers of his own heart, and realized not that it was an unwarranted ambition that, even then, was urging him to

have slept so late? but weari

d he, giving her the parting kis

, and soon the time cam

future, seeming to think li

u are mine till death do us part, just as

he at least did not feel willing to sacrifice present happiness for future wealth; and she feared the ambition of Edward would not be easily satisfied. But she strove t

the tears from her eyes, and b

nation, was settled in a lucrative business, even exceeding his most san

g lived beyond the age of man. They bore him to his grave, when the winds of winter blew fiercely round, and the drifting snow almost obstructed their passage to the grave yard. He was deposited in the

t pursue their way to Gardiner by spotted trees, and frequently did herds of Indians wrapped in their blanke

m, which would fill the early settlers with dismay. So it might well be said, as they laid the aged man to rest, he had seen changes, for truly,

is grandmother in the family of a son, soon accomplished his purpose, leaving Annie and Ellen to look out

board with an intimate friend, she entered a cotton factory with a number of her young f

e in her circumstances and her present occupation, saying she did not

lp herself; and there the matter dropped, she working on two weary years. Often did she visit the Island, gaze upon the name of Edward, and recall the scenes of that and many other evenings. Many of the

tly, and she could scarcely stand upon her feet, as she contemplated the pleasure of seeing him again, after so long an absence. Many were the cordial greetings she received from her merry companions, upon the occasion. She hurried home, eager with expectation, wonde

deed my o

comfortable apartment. Annie seated herself by the window, momentarily expecting his arrival. She took up a book and tried to read. Hour passed after hour, and still she listened in vain for his well

ndow, leaning her cheek upon her hand, with her elbow resting upon the

ooked coldly down upon he

oken part

their dark b

her looks, as they joked her upon the return of her lover, and concluded by sympathising with her in his early departure for L., the residence of his father. Little thought these careless ones how deep a wound they were

r profits did not amount to what they anticipated, and t

ward and Annie had now

much rather have the name of being deceived, than keeping company with a man so long she did n

resided a few miles distant. She collected together her little stock of goods, which she had prepared for house-keepi

ging in her ears, accompanied by an ominous shake of the head, and an assurance she never would marry Edward if she pieced her quilt together so. She sighed n

shall never

succeeding years should more fully obliterate the remembrance of past disappointment. He was a young man of good family, and handsome

beneath their hospitable roof, supplying to them the place of a daughter, while they conferred upon her all

mbered word, or dearly loved token would awaken the old grief i

e, she paid little heed till she heard her own name called, and in a moment after Edward Merton stood before her. He extended his hand, exclaiming, "My Annie." There was a marble paleness upon her cheek, and with a trembling voice she saluted him. He said as he was returning from Augusta

those dear old letters, over which she had wept so often, and which breathed tend

o her heart, and entering the room, presented them to him. He glan

look well, M

slightly,

r, I am q

, "you have heard that I

was her br

g her a hasty good afternoon he took his leave with

her chamber gave vent to her feelings in a passionate flood of tears. She tried to conquer her feelings and summon her woman's pride to her aid, but it would not do. "Cruel Edward," she mentally exclaimed, "you might have spared me this, or told

anded upon its tempest tossed bosom, so did the surging waves of memory bring back one incident after another in her past life, and picture the tender looks and the tender tones of the unfaithful Edw

ing with quite a composed coun

rging to decay. The trees were robed in their deepest green, while the early ripe fruit hung temptingly upon their branches, or lay scattered upon the ground beneath. Scarce a breeze agitated the trembling leaf or cooled the fever upon her cheek. "O," thought she, as she passed along, "the howling of the wintry storm

g some one near her repeat

ich was her only clothing. Her head and feet were entirely bare. Her black hair was cut short, and her weather beaten countenance retained traces of great beauty. She stood cou

her with pity,

king aid from a higher power, and for the first time the prayer for guidance and direction went up to God, in earnest supplication, and our Father, who pitieth his children and s

, when gathering her blanket a little more closely about her, and walking rapidly forward, so

e was a beautiful face once; it was the handsomest face that ever was seen; look at it now--how would you find it out? Old Ben T

usin Edith wandered forth into an adjoining field, to enjoy a stroll beneath the cloudless sky, and inhale the sweet breath of autumn, which was borne upon the gentle gales. Nature

ent way through the silken grass. They crossed and seating themselves beneath the shade of a thrifty

ccount of Charles Stanley's conduct. She did not wish to go to the ball, on account of her father

they were to be m

seen or heard from him since, she does not k

and rode with him a short distance. He sent Dora a present by him, but told him nothing

he poor gir

to have people know she had been deceived; but m

per flush suffused her cheek; "but, Edith, I tell you, it will wear and we

ow, golden colored fruit that lay around her, and commenced rolling them down into the stream that flowed at their feet. At that moment poor crazy Betsey Thornton came boundi

or little Hannah Pease--old B

said Edith, as she regarded her w

augh, leaped over the wall, and went muttering on to r

iden, I am sure she must be? As she came with her large blanket flutteri

ing o'er the

d wide her m

led as sh

surmises; she is not the victim of a faithless

"a victim to man's inc

that is what al

th, are you not afraid to unite yo

r to prove untrue, may it be before we are

er, but I think it will n

nd Annie unbosomed herself more fully to her cousin than she had

ve me so, I do not think I co

iling fai

nd is not

, with arms entwined round each other, they pursued their way back, conversing upon the d

to become his wife. They came to this country, among strangers, to an humble home, where she suffered many privations, which she bore with woman's fortitude. But when her husband became an inebriate, and treated her with mo

e married state, I almost feel it is well to be situated as I am now, as to

d all their neglect of home. But it does seem to me that it devolves as much upon a man, to contribute to home happiness as upon a woman. But many men of

er yield very readily to the weaker, an

ehension, and nothing so much so as the want of union in the marriage relation. For there the greate

in the land of dreams, while Annie lay busied in thought, counting the hours of night, and

e trees, and drifted along before the chilly winds, while the black passing clouds cast a deep shad

lt grieved, when she reflected upon the unmanly manner in which he had conducted towards her. She had conversed freely with Alfred, and laying all the circumst

oughts to Heaven, and prepare for that change that is before me. Death, Alfred, wi

ooked tenderly upon her, feeling th

ild with the affection of a true mother. As Annie's health declined rapidly, and the thi

united family in heaven, though we have been divided upon earth. As I now stand upon the brink of the grave, looking back upon life, and forward to the future life, I feel like the shipwrecked mariner, who has entered the haven of peace, after the winds and the storms have subsided, and the tumultuous tossings of the waves have ceased. For, oh, this poor heart has been wrung by disappointments, but I see now it was all for the best; my Hea

fts before it. Annie, pale and laboring for breath, was bolstered up, in bed, for the angel of death was visit

te in the universal hymn of thanksgiving to our Saviour and our God. O, Ellen, is there no music in those words, to your young heart? And

ked earnestly upon the face of her mother and her sister, then glancing round the apartment, seemed as though she were bidding a last adieu to

e cottage home of the mother and the sister, where lay the li

en the coffin of Annie was borne upon the sh

n the wind as it came careering on, in fitful gusts, one blast scattering a shower of snow upon the velvet pall, and the next

upon the banks of the far off Mississippi, and Annie rests by the side of the winding An

tile spirit is chastened and subdued by the sorrows that have passed over it, and it is her earnest endeavor so to live, as to meet

son of Edward's conduct would be required

tranger tha

e will leave them, with the assurance that they shall again b

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if old oc

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stand there,

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ed sympathizing friends, watching the feeble lamp of life as it burned flickering in its socket. The grandmother and aunt had been summoned from an adjoining village, where they had gone u

with fond maternal pride, day by day, and night after night, unmindful of food or sleep, so that she might relieve the suffering of her precious babe; and ever would she say it will soon be better. On

who spoke hopefully, but

listen for hours to the murmur of the summer breeze that sighed among the branches, or the humming of the bee as it sipped the sweets from surrounding flowers, delighted that her darling Mary might thus inhale the

her disease assumed a more deffinite appear

ited the approach of day that she might place it upon her little form. O how strongly did the bright red robe contrast with the lily whiteness of that lovely babe. The tiny hands, as they peeped from beneath their long sleeves, looked like two white lilies intermingled with the thick clustering blos

"does she not look now

last hope in the heart of his y

cont

hopeful about her this morning, for she rested better t

of the child, every feature expressed extreme agony, and the las

ing fast away. Little did the poor mother think, when she arrayed her little infant in her comfortable flanne

ble anguish. When that subsided she lay cold and pulseless, with the damp dews of death upon her marble forehead. Little hope was ent

r the door, was perishing in its beauty, even like the little cradled innocent, that even then was passing away before the icy breath of the dark plumed angel. A hasty despatch was sent for the maternal grandmother and aunt, and the grandmother upon the father's side was present, and together we watched the failing breath of the dying child. Six brief months only had she lingered upon earth, an

ittle Mary would soon be an angel, she raised her blue eyes and smilingly said,

l she had taken several drops. He told the mother she had better prepare some warm milk and water, and drop a little of it into her mouth as long as she continued to swallow. Hope sprung up in her heart, perhaps she might yet live, and quick as lightning the recollection of many children w

s of a mother, was removed by other hands, and the little body was prepared f

g as she did so, many kisses on the lily arms she had kissed so many times in all their warmth of living loveliness, when, with a

beauty with her, the pale perishing one. And the holy man read from the word of God the impressive lesson, "Behold thou hast made my days as a hand's brea

trees, and fanned the flower that bent slightly before it, but must feel that ther

they returned to their little cottage, where ev

cradle, and asked many questi

put her in that little box?" But was ever

given them, and found a warm place in their affections. The husband soon left his wife and child, and sought to build up his fortune in a dis

lling, and pelted the snow and sleet furiously against the casement, when Mrs. Barlow, after attending to those duties that make a New England

lows, mamma; what do poor littl

tempers the wind, my d

to have a party and go to hea

ou, in

her dear child as she clasped her hands and lisped the Lord's prayer, and the

ing with the mother and her dear

g the streamlets from their icy fetters, and swelling the buds upon the t

her little crib, nestled down beside her mother.

Sunday,

in the affirm

mma, and go to heaven, and get our golden harps; you have a great one, y

er darling child was in her arms, her downy cheek resting against her own, and the brig

ll go to meeting to-day, and the minister will pray for us to God. O ho

ervations upon what she heard. She inquired every day if it were Sunday; and Saturday evenings her play things w

d yet she loved to dwell upon it, and it was with gr

ns of the west with those bright and gorgeous hues that so frequently surround him at his set

ly to the eye. The half open buds upon the trees shed sweet p

of the child, and when the golden stars spangled the blue canopy above, she talk

, suns, and ada

more thoughtful ex

mamma, how lonesome you would be;" and bursting into a convulsive fit of sobbing she flung her arms around her mother's neck and wept upon her bosom. Tears too, dimmed the

g to her sitting room, long and sadly she reflected upon the words of her darling child, and tried to fathom their import, and earnestly did she pray that night, "Our Father, prepare me f

l busied about her play, while her mother attended to her domestic duties. They frequently interchanged cheerful words. Emma would sometimes personate a house-m

have all my clot

her mother, "you will

want them; you may have

ed, and a fearful pang ag

so, you will wear

ating herself in her little chair, she s

y colored blossoms, that gave promise of a rich harvest of delicious fruit. The birds warbled their matin songs in sweet melody; the honey bees with drowsy hum, were sipping sweets to horde their winter's sto

d, telling her mother she was too sick to get up, that she could stay alone while she ironed her clothes

the door and look in upon the pale child, and show her some article of dre

look;" then closing her eyes

visit her, pronounced it scarlet fever, that fearful ma

her that affection could give; b

her young life. In the wildness of delirium she would start suddenly from the arms

ties becoming cold, and a deathlike palor overspreading her countenance, accomp

die, shall

dear," sai

aid. I

about two hours, when looking up bright and wishfully,

ra

d the sweet prayer,

I la

xhausted with the effort, and turning away her little head, and closing her weary eyes, lay apparently asl

me

r, "perhaps that is

her; "and how vividly we shoul

oes it start upon memory's ear, during the silence of the midnight hour, and seem like gentle whis

when the duties of the day had all been performed, and the quiet shades of evening gathered round their dwelling. Often was their t

river, hurrying on to join old Ocean, reflecting the mild radiance of the setting sun on its placid surface; and to the busy hum of life, as people hurried to and fro in the village that lay distinctly spread o

m, she closed her eyes and lay in a deep stupor for four successive days and nights. Her f

ed from the stupor, at times it was agonizing to w

th not as man seeth," willed it otherwise, and all proved unavailing. On the fifteenth day the rash came on again; the throat swelled badly, and the sufferings of the dear little one we

enderly. It seemed to soothe her, when her mother would lay her head upon her pillow beside her, and take he

appy land, fa

e times, then laying it fondly round her mother's neck. Long, during that day, did th

era infantum, came on, accompanied at every breath by

ate, hoping to rel

, and the mother, weary with watching, retired, le

and saw too truly, that that pale visitant from the spirit land, that comes to us but once, was dealing with his child. The mother and grandmother, who had watched over her so unweariedly, soon reached the bed; but

, E

nd in her own, seated herself besid

ss; but no murmur escaped his lips. He had learned submissi

hymns of thanksgiving and praise that arose, like sweet incense, upon their sacred altars. And now, with the early dawning of that sacred day, she had passed forever from

ently in the shroud and p

n hers, bent fondly over, and kissed the marble forehead. It was their favorite hour--the one they ever spent together, and those blue eyes were ever then fixed upon her, as she

n aught to tarnish the purity of that spirit that had just entered the portals of heaven; and earnestly did she beseech her Heaven

le coffin was taken from the tomb and placed in the hearse, to be buried in the same grave with her cousin Emma. Emma lay beautiful in death, looking almost like a thing of life, with a smile still lingering upon her lips, while fresh half-blown flowers w

sters stood side by side, as the coffins were let down into the earth, and mingled their te

of the tender infant, and felt sensibly, that

heir treasure from their sight, then turned sadly away to walk again the pathway of hum

und. Night winds sigh a mournful requiem, and gentle zephyrs fan the leaves of the weeping willow, and murmur among its branches.. Two white marb

en at the Cl

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irge-like, st

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in anot

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feel withi

id; while th

eligion,

ng earthly

appy Ma

ghteen, who sat sewing by a window. "I say Hannah," continued he sternly, as her eyes met his, "it will ne

n torrents to her c

surely cannot mean

not worth a single iota, and what

ustrious, and with his excellent hab

you Miss, it will never do, so you may think the matter over at your leisure

you will be obliged to finish the work if it is ever done; my faith i

of the enraged father, and he sternly said, "My c

began the tr

your milk and water looking gentleman is coming, and I expect, Han

pposite, and fixed his handsome eyes, with a searching glan

let us walk out into the garden; perhaps the cool

ews of night as the pitying angel wept upon their bosoms. Hannah was upon her accustomed seat, and the eyes of her lover were fixed upon her with that fond expression she so well understood, and which found a ready response in her youthful heart. Now that heart was almost bursting with its agony of grief

rage to announce her father's decision, and related the conversation t

commands? Hannah, the happiness o

ooking stranger who has been here so much of late, has something to do with it. He has been officious in his attention to me, and I have trembl

er called his daughter into the parlo

d are now ready to enter a new firm. There is a noble chance for you

y, father, is n

; to be sure he is not quite as wh

sses, at least, and the largest part

sent are in an embarrassed state, and he proposes taking that large tract of land adjoining mine, and giving me a generous price upon it, p

ave me fall down and w

annot, I must not be frust

mplete your bargain without sacrificin

his step, and this only, can save me. I told William the arrangement as he was marching hurriedly away this morning with Colonel Somer's regiment, who were ordered to reach the eastern

in a dream for a m

ture no voice t

r chance will be a small one. Mr. Benson's pockets are lined with gold, and he rides the best horse that the country can produce; and let me tell you, your love,

ll height, "if I am any judge in the case, that

o judge. What can

have arranged it to my own liking. Now you must be pre

to bluster about Capulet lik

drawn up, the land transferred into the hands of Mr. Benson at an extravagant price, a large house erected upon it, and

o weave the woof into the meshy

Colonel Somers, and her heart rebelled against his tyranny; and nothing would have induced her to yield but her father'

tchen, Sarah, the bla

ot like to swap Mr. Lawrence for Mr. Benso

with," and she passed out of the room to bury her feeling

Sarah to a black man that sat preparing some

e rolled up the whites of his eyes, and fetched a pompou

tree year don't seem bery long wh

his gal wid gold; but poor nigger hab to

he peas. He hastily obeyed the summons, as he did so displaying by his open smile h

e week. Dress makers, milliners, and almost all

ks will pass, whether laden with joy or sorrow; and the pale bride stood trembling by the altar of Hymen, and the solemn

splendid carriage Mr. Benson had purchased for the occasion, and with Sambo for a driver an

ed pair. Sambo and Sarah enjoyed it very well, as she often rode with him

eir reception, or at least so that they could

s frequent potations of brandy during their journey,

ing upon his countenance; he slammed the door, kicked every chair that came in his way, and stamping about, went and dismissed all

ning heat. There was a choking sensation in her throat, but she swallowed it back, and prepared supper in the best manner she was capable. Her husband seated h

e like a dark shadow upon the sunlight of home. Children gathered aroun

precepts, practising his examples, breathing his oaths, domineer

rs' grave, as he hated him with a perfect hatred, because he had been his wife's a

instructed to hate everybody that came in his

the same way, and poverty--abject pover

ap-boarded, had gone to decay in a great measure; and when one me

She had strung up her patience to its utmost tension, and would o

ere stirred in their deep fountains, and she became a worn woman, with a hasty spirit. The biting retort

at stood before the house, casting so deep a shade that the rays of the sun could scarcely penetrate it, and the ol

and children. She cleaned her ceiling, whitewashed the plastering, and made everything about the house look as comfortable as possible, and enjoyed the privil

ty. But there was such an opposing current, and such frequent bickerings between herself a

ith her, "this is the princely mansion father promised me, as a reward for gi

cle's princely fortune, her life was spent in ease and affluence. He is likely to become one of the richest men in

moment upon Mrs. Bens

? The poor William is now the rich man, and the rich Benson is the poor one. Could father know the misery I have undergone, he would th

'nt it nice? I took great pains with it, as I wished it to fetch the first price in the market. I

ys he shall want them again. I don't know as I care much how long Benson stays in jail, for I enjoy myself much better than I did when he was at home, scolding round all the time. And it has made a perfect vixen of me, and I

were in my power to help you. If you get a dress I will help you make it, and the children's clothing. But I for

her reward; and poor Sambo, how patiently he toiled, early

each other, and there was no

loud, angry voice, with many oaths, for leaving the gate open, and le

in a heap in one corner of the room, remained very quiet; the old cow ran for the street, with Mr. Benson at

f dried apple in as secure a place as

en, and Mr. Benson entered the

under is go

fusion. He went to the cupboard, that stood in the corner of the room, to get a large jug he used to keep brandy

Jezebel, wher

sell it, as you w

e, "that shall be

een that

verted into a store room, for old barrels, old baskets, old hats and bonnets, and, in fine, a great variety of old things. In one corner stood a little old bedstead, with an old flock

of woolen yarn that hung suspended on a nail. His wife sp

s. I must and will have

upon it, like a tiger upon its prey, and bore it rapidly away,

ildren were gone. She sat up and toiled late at night--and all for what? To procure that poison for her husband that was contaminating his and her own soul, and cast such a blight upon her home. Was it not enough that their h

thing to be a

nd some other rubbish upon the chest, to conceal it from view as much as possible. Upon opening it, she discovered her treasure was gone, and she knew too well, for what purpose. The son, too, drank with his father, and got so much the sta

hymns of praise fell from those lips; but they daily invoked curs

ning to fire the house over their heads, if they opposed her in the least. The second daughter

ok the homestead from his father by making arrangements to redeem it, and threw his father

ary to the expectations of every one, treated her with the greatest kindness the two years he live

to seek the land of gold, and like many of them too, fell a prey to his am

had been the theatre of his life. That young form that had been educated for the express purpose of

ng him his supreme affections, thus living to his honor and his glory while on earth, and

t three daughters and the son's wife,) and the dust of ages is gathering upo

, and the parents and the son are there, each one "to answer for himself for the deeds do

tten on th

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chambers o

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records of

sails, down tim

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again her f

er fancies, a

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to active

busy path

in our jo

re many a hope

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disappointm

air promis

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er which so dee

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green, and br

as fair as E

w in her s

lurk'd among

perfumed seem

aspect swe

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came, with a

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over Spring

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with her f

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n sad conf

came, with

days are al

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on a Savio

welcome--"Chi

on the pro

came, with

ds whistling s

o'er the f

spread his

like that

o'er all my pr

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all to death'

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cavern swallows the ill-fated inhabitants that dwell upon its surface; the lightning's stroke blasts in a moment, and cuts the threads of life without any warning; and the steam engine destroy their thousands in a year;

f life, but yet diffusing hopefulness, ever whispering in syren voice, of coming health a

lness; youth in its beauty; manhood in his usefulness, and old age in its d

ears, many a green mound rises by the pathway o

fearful work that was progressing within. A bright flush rested upon the lily cheek, and none who looked upon the unwonted brilliancy of those eyes ever could forget their lustre. The pure spirit seemed to look forth from their azure depths. A moa

, to strengthen the feeble tenure that held her to life. She was the darling, the youngest one o

yed not in his course, but drew stealthily along, a

ing blossoms were just beginning to peep from their casing of green, when this little bud of beaut

nge upon her countenance. The same glad smile rested upon her features, but it was more heavenly in its ex

not lay you down again

ere turned to heaven, and by their earnest gaze

oner or later. The angel of death was leading this feeble infant through the valley of the shadow of death, by a gentle hand; one little struggle, one ge

as it lingered upon that marble brow, and rested upo

ts were some for the little one, but those little eyes were closed, and those little hands that used to be raised with so much fondness, were now stiff and cold in death; but how lovely! Her grave was made

dwellings, and pressing his way with us to the ocean of eternity, hastening on to the period when he shall come to an end, and the great angel shall swear there shal

and new duties devolved upon them. Some had passed the meridian of life, the sun of some had reached their noon, while others were climbing up the eastern summit. But as yet death h

ptism, and well did he adorn his profession, living a cons

ife of usefulness, and striving to attain to greater proficiency in his profession, for he was a physician. But the strength of manhood, integ

ad to be relinquished, till he was a confirmed invalid, and when he became next convinced that h

a smile, and he conversed

of his family, which consisted of his wife and one son. But he cheerfully resigned it, and settled all his business as far as was in his power, made the

cares, every thing being arranged

in order,' and have

ppeared different to his friends that looked upon him. He could lay only upon one side for several months before he died, and he had painful ulcers upon several parts of the

ming it was unnecessary for any one to be disturbed, thus spending h

efulness on earth was so soon to end, his death might be sanctified so as to be the means of inducing his

d for it. He had distressing turns of suffocation, so that they were obliged to open all the w

, and should meet the appointment as cheerfully as ever he met any in his life. He consulted them about the propriety of the hour of the funeral, and some other things in connecti

aviour, to go with you, and lighten the

ineffable sweetness beamed upon his countenance

ive the winter out," said the mother, as she unclasped her

and comfort him, and smooth many rough places in the pathway of manhood; but now it was withdrawn upon the brink

from her purple grape, and watched the early symptoms of decay that were visible in some withering flower or fading leaf, and felt that "passing away" was l

e. He took out the quantity upon the point of his knife, and after taking it, lay back upon his pillow, apparently asleep. He started suddenly, looked wildly up, and told them he was choking to death. They raised his head, and used their accustomed means to relieve him, but all to

er," and stood s

as soon over, and the spirit had burst the barriers that hel

fragrance behind it, grateful to the surviving frie

hat we should see that loved form on earth no more. Yet we rejoiced that he had died in the glorious hope of a blessed immortality, and that we could say, in the impressive language of the text that was chosen for his funeral sermon, "Our friend Lazarus sleepeth." Sweet be thy sleep, dea

, while his meridian sun was shining in its noonday splendor; but she had lived till the winter of life had scattered its snows upon her head, and was now falling, like a shock of corn, fully ripe. She was ready to be bidden suddenly away, for s

ing the holy word of God for her example, endeavored to imbibe its precepts, and practice its requirements. In profession of her faith, she united with the Congregational Church, at the early age of nineteen, and at the age of seventy-six years, could look back upon a life spent to th

t had long been her pilot, and now he was about to moor her frail bark into the haven of peace

very word breathed of faith and hope. On the afternoon before her death,

n make a

as downy p

s breast I

y life out sw

or her aged companion, to whom she had been united fifty-five years, and who was dangerously sick at the time, an

ands grew cold, and the worn sp

er stupor, and speak a word or two

t me to be found a

y mansions; if it were not so I would have

e struggle, and that pure breast lay free from the care or burden of life. Those loving eyes had looked their last upon her dear children, that stood weeping by her bedside, and the toil worn hands were laid cold and pulseless upon her peaceful

seful and exemplary life. Again we heard the rich instruction that had fallen from those pale lips, and a new-purpose sprung up in the heart--a ne

the countenance of that dear wife, who had been the partaker in his joys and sorrows, through their long journey together. It was fifty-five years since their union,

d they followed her, slowly and sadly, along the same road she had passed over half a century before, when she was borne into

here she had acted a conspicuous part in its changeful drama, and where still linger many footprints time will never efface, for true it is, the influence still lives, and will be transmitted to suc

ever known of his death or burial. The dear babe was left, far away, and the mother and son slept side by side, in the

nd seem beckoning the weary ones of earth,

ds; and all on earth must make their bed with them, and every step we take in the journey of life, is a step towards the tomb, whatever other duty may be performed. Solemn is the reflection that there is an open grave before every one that lives, and were we

that remains for the people of God; they have fallen victims to consumption

ollection of a family that fell before its withering

sters younger than she were laid by her side in the silent chambers of death, all in the vigor and beauty of youth. Th

n its young life, and joined the

family on horseback, as the distance was short, and the doctor had recommended that exercise. But on the appointed day, while his horse stood saddled at the door, he came in from a short walk, and asked a niece to help him off with his

igence reached them. The father saw the messenger app

y were now filled with eager expectancy. The father soon discovered the horse, but

the death of the absent one in so unexpected a moment; thus crushing out forever

vessel was the cause of his death. His lungs were found to be in a bad condi

brow, and chilling her with his icy breath. His snowy fingers rested upon her fluttering pulses; she cast one fond gaze upon

number, the oldest one scarce twenty-two years old. As we stand by the spot and read the melancholy tale, we can but exclaim with Ossian, "The flower lifts its green head to the sun. Why dost thou awake me, O gale," it seems to say, "I am w

the gospel ministry, having consecrated himself to God and his service. He had entered the institution at North Yarmouth, and by his assiduous attention, almost finished his education. He was expecting soon to launch out upon the broad ocean of public usefulness, but his heavenly Father bid him "come u

from home, and is buried in a land of strangers. A broth

nfant of a few days, and prayed fervently to that God that heareth prayer, to be the God of her dear children, to protect them in their tender age, and lead them in the narrow way tha

ving seven children. Another daughter passed away just as her sun was verging toward the western hemisphere,

bear another victim to the mansions of death. Another daughter too is lingering upon the confines of the grave, while the fatal

tions of life, are mingled with the long train that are buried beneath the "clods of the valley,"

ht of death around, cutting one down upon the right hand and another upon the left, the thoughtless crowd pass on, little seeming to heed their own mortality. They look into the open grave, or watch the passing funeral perhaps with a

its precepts into their heart; who, cleansed in a Saviour's blood, are made recipient

----, on the De

all minister

do not we

ngels gui

y lead me b

lms of ever

urst the sp

dim, myste

me from thy

visit th

not here; no

round the th

r setting su

hen your

t hour was

d tone of ev

ds clasp'd up

o lisp "Our F

caught the n

om a mothe

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nestling b

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the Sabbath

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en the most refined emotions, and stir the deepest currents of the human soul? Would the painter, as he raised his brush to give the last finishing touch to his picture, draw his colors from fa

s, and weaving her mystic web; but truth will stand in all its primitive lustre, when the fou

ugh the bridge of ice that had been formed over the Blackstone was broken up, and floated on its surface in huge masses, as it hurried rapidly along, to empty t

native wildness, hunted his prey, built his council fire, or smoked his pipe of peace. Here, where now stands the temple of the living God, with its

down the current of time, even like the broken masses of ice that are borne

of civilization, and offering many facilities to the industry of its virtuous and well disposed inhabitants. It would be pleasant to tell a tale of the t

osed, dark, dreary and cheerless. The rain and sleet were driven furiously before the wind, and the child of w

shed hall, splendidly illuminated with its brilliant gas lights, diff

usses, cabs and various vehicles, as they bore the gay

ll looked like the enchanting scenes pictured in fairy tales, and one might almost suppose Alladin's wonderful lamp was still extant, performing its mysterious spells, and casting a supernatural lustre over the gay group that assembled, to dissipate

sounded from that splend

ull ear

s), wrapped in the shroud of death, and next day to be borne away to the tomb, and shut out forever from all the scenes where she had once been an actress. But now s

its stern, cold realities, or its light toned reve

and when the shades of twilight fell over the earth, he stood by that dearly loved form. Memory brought back the past. That cold, pulsele

and his heart was filled with sadness as he gazed upon her stiff in the icy arms of death, and felt that she could no more return his affection. He wa

of the wintry wind, or the wild music that mingled with

ay tapers we

hts occupie

him, and now she was ready to follow her dear Saviour into the cold dark grave, with the assurance that she should have a part in the first resurrection. Melancholy sounded the music from that distant ball room, as it stole upon the wings of the winter wind, into the chamber of the dying one. Her ear was listening to catch the notes of angel harps befor

spirit departed from earth, to join her sainted mother in the spirit land. He was taking another portion from the cup of affliction, which how

bed, the sound of revelry fell hea

ng; they as yet knew nothing of the extent of their bereavement. The husband, too, had lost the companion of his youth, the mother of his children, and although he possessed like precious faith with her, and kissed the rod with pious resignation; still they were a grief-stricken household, and presented a strikin

stening to the monotonous roar of the distant water fall, and the howling of the wintry winds,

ending the hill, he watched the sylph like forms as they floated on in the mazy dance, declaring the bees were in terrible commotion, and he should be stung to death. With dif

k of God, when bereft of rea

ng chest, and the blue orbs looked dimly from their half closed lids, while the little sufferer, with burning hand and parched lip, seemed struggling for that life that it had enjoyed but for so brief a space. The parents were young in years and unacquainted with sorrow, and very dear to their loving hearts was the sick infant. They felt they could not part with the dear one. Carefully they nursed the flickering lamp of life:

xiety to the parents. But the angel of death that had hovered so long over the darling babe, unfurl

its bolstered up in her chair, toiling for her little remaining sum of existence, which nature seems unwilling to relinquish, although subsisting now upon borrowed time.

sons are married and have families of their own, but the mother and this daughter live alone in the home of her youth, the very place, perchance, where she was brought a gay and expecting bride by that husband she is expecting now to follow so soon to the spiri

the recent loss of a mother, who passes suddenly away without a moment'

than himself fall a prey to the fearful malady. A burning fever is raging in his veins, and lights up his eye with unwonted brilliancy, as he tossed restlessly from side to side upon his pillow. His silken hair of beautiful brown is brushed smoothly back from his high, ma

immortal souls there, for whom he labored and prayed, who entered the sanctuary and heard the word of God as it fell from his lips, Sabbath after Sabbath, and he felt sensibly that the midnight revel would not pr

f the croup, that fearful disease that bears so many children to the tomb. He returned again with a sorrowing heart. Heeded he the sweet tones of music that fell upon his youthful ear? wished he to join the gay group as they flitted before the brilliantly lighted, window, and the fairy forms of the fashionable, and the pleasure

of dissipation. And thus passed the night, leaving no trace upon earth, for the waves of time have obliterated all i

we are all bound together by one common brotherhood, the s

their infectious taint over the pure air of our community, calling the blush of shame to the cheek of conscious virtue, and creating an ardent desire in the

on? Would not the tear of sympathy have moistened the cheek, and the still small voice whispered of a solemn time that must come

h, perchance, to lead the contemplative mind to reflect upon the vicissitudes and changes

ions in a

ne pensive

s toil and d

l airy sc

o'er the s

moon from e

heath shed l

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he solemn gl

steps I rea

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g marble's

e great, the

ambition's p

s look, his

sh'd all, an

once fed on

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former wea

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man of hu

silence mou

grave where

here's as

wealth, or s

n mound there

n life in be

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istance fro

e shed a p

would have be

d death been

silence on

e graves where

on their al

bliss to mo

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joys with

damp curtains

in his ar

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with dew th

ld slumber wr

other peac

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marble's sen

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ir sainted m

her memory

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d pathway, t

death, lay

in its de

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sweetness s

l myrtle mour

there in so

cried, "thy

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care distur

scenes obst

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n Virtue's

to life and

is cumbrous

I hear the

screams at

breezes mo

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moon's reful

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the Kenne

ature rays of a summer sun impart to them. No cloud floated over the blue vault of heaven. The golden sun diffused a radiant light, and shed a sparkling lustre upo

c, that received the waters of the rolling river and mingled them with its own foaming wave. The smaller sail boats were flying before the wind, whi

y reposing on the banks of the river, lay a ferry-bo

the boat's departure had arrive, and many

equally satisfied with more simple flowers. They advanced to the head of the boat, and stood with their hands placed upon its edge, looking over into the deep waters. One beautiful form attracted the attention of all who looked upon her. Her form was slight and delicate. Her complexion was transparent, but a slight tinge of pink rested upon her cheek. Her azure eyes beamed with a sweet expression from their soul-lit depths, while her dark brown hair floated in heavy masses

lendid equipage, and so his gay horse stood champing his bitts and curbing his pro

boat ploughed her way like a thing of life, l

dvancing season, the pressure in the money marke

children, unfaithful servants

ere interested, while a group of school boys, who had entered last, and were obliged to stand in

sank slowly from sight, as her spreading robe buoyed her up for a moment on the waves. Her long curls lay spread out, tossing upon the surface by the motion of the waves, then as they sank slowly from

conveyance, became restive, and in his plungings to liberate himself precipitated the

none who looked upon the black, bloated face and lips of the poor girl could recognize the bright beauty of that joyous morning. The withered boquet

ese Lines Are Affection

thee I'd t

relsy my so

gifted off

weep each si

weet and thr

would echo

so feebly s

song thou'lt

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on from frien

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otics rich

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use to cull

in fancy's

press, from

stern and

upward ma

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is faded fo

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curls your r

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to many a f

wild her sc

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the syren

w charms when

blooming fl

leaves hung

, do not cli

are of so

outh thy hea

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hin your brea

bloom in

angel bright

shine at God

is my praye

hing to

ke mine, you

fe's journey

last--his s

brighter,

maid, my tru

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at age is

intment sou

voice of wa

to the Sav

lls you "the

weary soul

ur head upon

l have the p

ll touch you

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remember

me one plea

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said unto

e ris'n Sa

ts sweet

rais'd her d

she sough

ingered by

her Sav

m wrapp'd i

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th rich

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his powe

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iour's c

lead you b

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follow, see

"there sti

in the Eighte

which later generations know nothing of. In the latter part of the eighteenth century, two families lived in their log cabins, in the interior of the forest. They had each a small cleared spot of

Eden, in the worl

n the blast, or gently bowing their lofty heads before the milder b

s of life, held no despotic sway in their breasts. They pursued "the even tenor o

e green herbage and luxurious grass, her

ndly Indians, who went as guides to the pale faces, that had come into their territories, purchased their l

called upon to leave their homes, and go to some distant part, where a new settlement was s

ng rapidly. A saw mill was to be erected upon this rapid stream, that had rolled on for centuries, through the towering forest, only bearing the Indian's lig

ently did the crackling brush denote the near approach of the sulky bear, or some other wild beast that had heretofore roamed the woods at large, undisturbed, save by the swift-winged arrow of the Indian, as he pursued his prey

neatly dressed, having her blanket of snowy whiteness, while her moccasins were of the nicest material. She was covered with wampum, and wore large jewels in her ears and nose, and large silver brooc

absence. She had laid her sleeping infant from her arms, and her other children were placed snugly in bed, when she was startled

a loud savage yell rang fearfully through the air, blending a wild chorus with the strains of the warbling birds, as they carolled their vesper hymns upon the neighboring branches, before retiring to their nests. H

ther string that was attached to the wooden latch, to raise it, thus betraying her own secret. After pounding upon the door for some time, and threat

wn name called, by the gentle voice of So

squaws were in a squalid condition, and equally drunk with the men, while the papooses, that were placed in sacks upon their backs, peeping up, with their bar

nobscot tribe had joined with them, and they were going towards the rising

ire-water and git much drunk; me

to a little cleared spot, in the edge of the forest, near her dwell

hey came forward, to a man, and laid down their rifl

urt whit

fire, lit their pipes, and prepared their evening me

ng in dishevelled masses down their backs, and waved to and fro as they

t upon the majestic forest trees that waved in solemn grandeur above their heads, and sighed mournfully as the night winds floated among their branches. The Indians formed a circle round the fire, by joining hand

enith in the sky, and the swarthy band seemed f

le others swayed like the forest tr

n of countenance. Near her lay stretched upon the bare ground, Eagle Eye, the w

debasing passions that were holding control over their benighted souls. Furious was

d in her board window, and hope almost forsook her. They passed on: the light gleamed through the pane and flickered upon the face of her sleeping infant. She heard distinctly their voices in low, guttural tones, and their heavy tread fell painfully upon her ear. They passed round the corner of the house, and she lost sight and sound of them. Sh

pon the damp ground, with their greasy heads turned towards the fire, and sleep des

as it hid its silver beams behind a dark mountain, whos

r; they had often warmed themselves by her fire, had eaten of her bread, and in many wa

leave the house while that savage band were weighed down by sleep and intoxication. But she feared it might exasperate them if they found her

e green grass and tender herbage, and the restless cows lowed, impatient to wander forth at their accustomed hour. The children arose, refreshed by their slumber, an

ack, which she carried upon her back, a neat white cloth, and repaired to the house of Mrs. Fuller, wishing to exchange some nice dried moose meat for some

th evident satisfaction, after which they made preparations to depart. They came, one after ano

quaw--me bring moose

forest trees, her heart rose in thanksgiving to God, for her preservation. Dove Eye lingered till the rest o

e. Dove Eye go toward the rising

rtake her companions. The children emerged from their hiding places, a cheerful fire burned upon the hea

he setting sun, Dove Eye was not with them--she h

and of change. The tall forest trees gave pla

llages rose up, on the flourishing banks of the winding Kennebec

thered leaves before the autumnal gale, and the wild be

k, and the frosts of many winters whitened her hair; but when she related the events of that night to her grand

Bird Sing, De

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, stood the elegant mansion of Esquire Clinton, the village lawyer. He had lost his young wife many years since, and Henriette, his only child, shared largely in the affection of her father

gonized heart the progress of the disease, had attended to his wants, and supplied his necessities with her own hands. A skillful physician had done all tha

ion for that event, and his lamp was t

n her hour of trial. Her father was borne to the grave, with all the splendor of wealth, a long train of sympathizin

e home of her childhood, and seated herself in

d crop of yellow flowers, that were faded and ready to pass away, and the surging blasts swept them unceremoniously from the branches, as it came sighing down the mountains, and sweeping along the valley. The sun had long since hid himself behind the summit of the eternal hills, that she had loved to watch with her father, from that window, while learning lessons fro

nd all was offered for sale. At first Henriette could scarcely believe the assertion, but when she became convinced

g her childhood and early youth, and now they felt grieved to leave her. She gave each one a present from her own treasures, pr

lossy brown hair parted neatly over her high marble forehead, clad in a simple gingham, which she had prepared for a morni

g might show to the best advantage. She selected a few choice volumes from the library, and placed them in a large

y below. But they had stood for ages the same, braving the fury of the wintry storm as its surging blasts swept over them, or parched by the burning rays of the noonday sun, as he poured his fierce scorching beams upon them. She had looked upon them too in

ring was placed exactly square upon the elegant little table, and every particle of dust was banished from the room, and there were duties elsewhere that demanded her attention. As she turned to leave the room, she raised her eyes to the portraits of her parents that hung suspended on the wall opposite her, in heavy gilt frames. The likenesses were very natural, and now seemed smiling upon her with life-like affection. At this time the man entered with whom she had procured board, and who had kindly offered to assist in removing any articles she might wish to convey to his house. The dear r

rewell, is a

ument as she finishe

the las

ing being arranged to their minds, Henriette dismissed the dear old nurse with many tears and a generous

y had last read together. She seated herself upon the richly cushioned seat, and looked upon the winding waters that seemed mocking her sad heart as they danced sparkling on beneath the mellow rays of the autumnal sun, its bosom ruffled by t

tended to this department, and she caressed her pets, and smoothed their feathers, and breathing a sad adieu, turned to take a last look at her favorite Sullensifadda, as she had named her noble steed. She patted his neck, told him coaxingly he would never again climb the mountain pass with her upon his back; took a last look of her father's splendid saddle horse of dapple grey, and his jet black span of carriage horses, and passed round through the richly cultivated grounds, and gardens where every thing that wealth could procure lay spread out before the eye. She took a hasty look, a hasty leave of al

of rich jewelry, and every available article in her possession to contribute her mite to keep dishonor from resting upon her father's name. She then went forth penniless upon the world. But there was a light in her eye and firmness in her step that told of a "will to do, a soul to dare." She had been educated in the customs of the village, and had been an aristocrat. Now she had another lesson to learn, a sad lesson spe

den death chill that falls so often upon the human heart, when the fond affections of many years gush warmly up to the eye and lip, as we meet some long cherished friend who passes us by with a cold, scornful glance. O t

nhumanit

less thousa

han, and she must try to help herself, and so she repaired to Mrs. Cobb, the m

a dress maker, and many were the remarks that were made upon her everlasting gingham dress, for her nice sense of propriety prevented her from wearing the rich articles of apparel contained in her wardrobe; and at present she could procure no other. She formed the resolution somet

her eyes bent upon her work, and made rapi

awyer's splendid establishment would forward his progress. Therefore, selling his own place at a very high price, and purchasing that at an equally low one, did not much diminish his hoarded gold. But after all they were not the Clintons. It was only Mr. Norcross the store-keeper, and they had many steps to climb be

ficiency in their education, but were good hearted, cheerful girls. Araminta was much pleased with Henriette's horse, but did not appreciate the name, and declared he should be called Selim, for she knew she had read of some great man wh

e streaming behind her their full length in the wind, which was blowing pretty briskly, and her small riding-cap was drawn a little farther upon one side than the rules of gentility seemed to require. Henriette pitied the poor girl, but she could not help smiling at her ludicrous appearance. She turned pale when she saw the horse turn suddenly down a narrow p

e while in the twilight hour upon her parents' graves, and recall their loved forms and tender words, and people her imagination with by-gone scenes, and then, as she contrasted the present, her cherished text would come to illuminate her mind and calm her troubled spirit, "all

t superior. She maintained her dignity of deportment, for now she well knew poverty did not deteriorate from worth, a lesson perhaps she too might ha

ork with great neatness and dispatch, and was supplied with all she could possibly do, so that she remunerated the kind hearted woma

ds were turned, by the beauty and elegance of the young northerner. Parties were formed, walks projected up the mountains, moonlight sails upon the silvery bosom of the Jun

panions; but now her interests were separate from theirs, and she toiled on, through the weary day. There were some who appr

father, and besides, he had ever been taught to respect the industrious part of the community, and his high minded principles

alue, having a female bearing an infant in her arms, chiselled upon it, and this one thought occupied her mind; she would rise early and eat the bread of carefulness, migh

ing the value of it would be more sacred to her eyes, in her father's monument, than elsewhere. The young lady paid her the full value of

she was requested to spend a few days at the residence of the wealthy Edward Horton that she did in goin

rovidence, the future home of the fair Ellen, and the young lad

as a sea captain, and being shipwrecked during one of his voyages, was conveyed in a pitiful condit

h great interest, by both families. Especially, was Mrs. Hun

wishes of Ellen and her mother, and the express commands of Mr. Horton, consented to join the party. She entered the room with the dignity of a queen; but the scornful toss of many a young head, and the averted gaze of many a f

before, but had never

vancement in his profession, and stood high in the estimati

and many a daughter, perchance, might have accepted his hand, had it been off

ho sat beside him, asking her if s

shed, s

when she went into society, that is before her

le of scorn rested upon his lip, and a darker expression shaded his countenance; but it l

r tones that then fell upon her ear, and in spite of her every effort, the tear trickled down her cheek. She turned to the window, and looked out u

olicited an introduction. They conversed pleasantly upon the beauties of the surrounding scenery, and

ut it was the independent Henr

r his heart and hand, and was accepted. They appo

e people an agre

ted for Providence. Henriette declined taking any more work, as

ished, the Sabbath preceding their wedding. Many a deep flush darted over the youthful cheek, and many a he

blushing Henriette to the altar of Hymen. They were ac

illage, and Henriette was surprised when they arrived the

shed in society, was about returning to Philadelphia, and Henry Lorton, wh

she again resumed her accustomed seat by the window, and looked out upon the summit of the lofty mountains, they seemed like old familiar friends, welcoming her return, and assumed the strange, mysterious shapes, that so attracted her childish gaze; and the trees that sto

f her dear parents would seem stealing upon her ear in well remembered tones, whispering of happiness and heave

ed slowly up the mountain pass, the monuments of her dear parents glittering in the sun admonished her that connubial bliss cannot shield from death, for her mother had fallen a victim when she was a

r the frailties of her fellow men, and especially did the destitute orphan ever find sympathy and assistance from her generous aid. Fleeting years have borne away many of the actors in this little drama, and the grass grows green upon their graves. Other eyes have lea

of her husband and children, and in the faithful performance of those sweet duties that devolve upon her as a wife and mother, Henriette spends her useful life in the exercise of those virtues she only learned from reverses in fortune. Henry too is happy. Di

he family kneel together around the family altar, and the rich, deep-toned voice of Henry offers up the mo

Ch

ild of the

y, whither

ering long in

tterflies

ght garland

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d of the g

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sand with g

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s comes o'e

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fever burn

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ints beyond

ld of the

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d ghastly i

ng lips ref

pausing comes

w, thou 'rt

he wreath whi

s blooming br

l, its leav

gone, their

ed roses s

yond the mou

d of the a

eaths entwi

spread thro'

h amaranthi

happy tho

blest

bid thee fa

ld of the dea

n the Death of E

grace and b

e's decr

t borne her

en had

mercy, fro

n, on ear

rom thence,

t flowers

clay, suff'rin

to pain

rit, with t

s a sera

lock of s

t's to the

s buried dee

with God

nds sigh aro

dews the

he tears of

d cheeks,

bear, nor le

is mould'r

s dust that

it's wit

fragile life

ul hopes we

d lips and

of earth

dream of life

and joys

ld arms thy l

l to gl

rhaps, this

so soon

daughter's g

to welc

e joys on e

fruiti

bundant be

ing thus,

d splendor s

shalt see

be the swe

es thy rav

mourn those

r blissf

ll draughts o

ts that n

der of

y attempt in vain to imitate. If we contemplate the azure sky, with all its glittering host of golden stars, and watch them as t

ey across the sky, diffusing light and warmth upon the vegetable world beneath, moves wi

ar has its fixed place assigned it, and even the fiery comet has its appointed orbit, and the man of science can tell the exact time of its appearance, and the course it will run, and now it is accounted for by the laws of nature, rathe

ed thunder reverberating through the sky, speak of the sublimity of their Author, and

their winding shore, or heave in their giant strength, and dash their foam and spray before the raging tempest, but they are cur

he sparkling brook that bubbles over its pebbly bottom, dances not in vain, for the gra

arth, are not without design. The mountain rising in its magnificence, the gently sloping hill and verdant vale, are so arranged as

picted in the order and perfection of the natural world, where ea

est standing in silent grandeur, the tree, the shrub, the flower in all its beautiful varieties, the rock, the precipice, the foaming cataract that has thundered on for ages with the same deafening ro

lation of animate creation? If we descend into the depths of the ocean we shall find it teeming with lif

through the air, on fairy wing, or rests its downy pinions on the bosom of the fragrant rose; the bird that carols on the spray, or warbles sweetly through the air; the mountain bee, th

the firefly that flies twinkling through the air all the "midsummer night," and every beast that

s his place assigned him, by the order of nature, and moves in the highest sphere of earthly being. By the useful and interesting study of physiology, we are enabled to define the construction of his system, to delineate the muscles, nerves, veins and fibres, and the complicated mass that forms the man, with all their separate dependencies upon each other. But the mind, the

takable evidences of their sojourn with the generations of men, They pass on, breathing upon them a chilling breath, and they a

nd were created, who "spake and it was done," and who has taught us by revelation, tha

Seas

the fast rev

and season

e greet the

spreads her

tires with

sober Aut

fruits and fl

Winter leave

d snow and te

each succe

swift they p

s portioned

unbind the

streamlet o'e

ather'd son

southern c

springing g

crown the br

il her sile

te her budd

ng up her tr

Summer, ric

e garland br

the bloomin

casings from

em o'er her s

heir hidden

eir leaves

the bee an

inions soa

gay from flo

short lived

on every pas

nt odor fro

rich beautie

reathes her

he ripple on

in the sun's

beauties va

dim the s

comes with

n's favor

e gift from

e tresses o

ruits, scatte

he leaves upo

es a mournfu

m, wither'd, o

comes, with

isterous, w

streams in i

nd snow acros

through th

winds shriek

r closes e

nd ice, and

ife is but

ortion'd o

ong, a fev'

loating on

igh, a pass

swallow'd

o brief the

s portion'd

nbind and bu

r manhood's

opel the e

it to go

chaplet, r

twine aroun

ks up, with

worlds bey

ion in

de the thoughts and emotions here portrayed, which shall find a deep response in your own heart. Like these spotless pages, the mind of youth lays unoccupied, spread out for the reception of the seed co

ant recollections of dear friends, some, perchance, who may have passed away with passing years, and the hand that now writes may be mou

my prayer for your enduring happiness will meet it.

ers beside

ing, brig

y by the zep

the sun'

fold their w

e away

ey shed a sw

llen low

flowers, per

m within

fragrance o

perfum

these adorn

, Virtue

ffuse their

glad days

t fade, but b

are flitt

fragrance r

in world

rs. S----, On the D

watchings

ns has be

ne has breat

rom earth

ourn that sh

rly pas

aviour call

s of end

ree from ear

must stil

dream of li

n of glo

ath, like win

the mould'

resurre

pring sha

angels, so

to thee

munings wit

and reign

reasures the

warm hopes

an added g

thee to

ion is a

r'd husb

n upon Zi

dard in

o aid the gl

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s of a Sav

h all thi

d in thy he

k in ful

lvation's li

the gosp

hee, sister

y souls

o thy ferve

hy crown

On the Death of Her So

ly back the

the death

struggles al

that spi

more those

k thy lo

pulseless,

thy fond

ds lightly o

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seek the p

sweet si

eir coffins

the nar

e gentle Sa

et childr

ure buds of

them by

these, of thei

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w a pu

can give, s

tercours

s now, befor

the anth

lack'd thy L

hat song

a trio a

s high cou

e, Lizzie, L

a God o

st join that

thly mu

n from the

k'ning t

threefold

thee be

raw thy tru

m earth

ysterious ar

mises a

ffliction

aven can

o dark appea

ver lin

ighteousness

ng beams

ne jewell'd

e still

ying Savio

l his guil

y be prepa

t shall bi

t glittering

r etern

last loud trum

the sleep

shall all

t, their L

Last Voyage of

life, to pursue my passage towards my own New England home, with a heart filled with those inexpressible em

eezes fanned the cheek, and bore sweet perfume from the waving branches of the trees as they gently swung before it, and their

praise." Flowers were blooming in all their rich varieties, and the splendid boquet that had been presented me from the lady with whom I had been boarding sever

, and then glanced upon the great thoroughfare, teeming with life in all its varied and changeful positions, and reflected that every individual in that moving mass possessed an immortal mind, and was pressing their way to

hty hand, and their waves were tossed into gentle motion by the passing breeze, and seemed to reflec

its sparkling waters, and the white swan curved its graceful neck in its mimic lake, and the walks in the Battery were ne

d impatient to try her strength upon the bosom of the deep. Her deck was thronged with human beings, filled

pon the billowy waves, the ocean of human mind broader, deeper than the watery waste of the wide Atlantic. O, no, they thought not of t

ing to contest the point with the stranger boat, and be her pilot down the Sound. Her decks, too, w

ins over the canopy of heaven, but the arch of cerulean blue hung in deep solemn grandeur over the gathered crowd, over t

f the fierce steam whistle, the noise of the machinery, and the splash of the waters, told that the boats were moving like a thing of life over the bounding billows. The officers of the boat and many of

the distance, and then the tumultuous tide of human life turned towards t

llages and elegant mansions of the wealthy citizens upon the su

objects from view, we could see in the dim distance upon the waste of waters, the heated

s the high pressure principle that was applied to the other to raise the steam. The blue sky was above us and the blue waters beneath, and midnight

pon this very track, came up, haunting th

dashing of the briny wave, and felt that God was there, that His eye slumbereth not, and His hand holds not only individual life, but the destinies of nations, and at this solemn midnight hour, when there was

off in a different direction toward her destined port, and the Or

ion in safety, and thus passed the first ni

, and rolled the withered leaves before his chilling breath to prepare for the entrance of cold, freezing winter, that already began to

in prepared to loose from her accustomed moorings and ply her destined way to the busy city. Day aft

ing thanksgiving with absent friends. The wind sighed in low, fitful murmurs as it bore the fleecy snow flakes upon its airy

rging on, and the dashing waves moaning upon the winding

eat, that they concluded to put forth upon the wast

ifled sounds were borne upon the ear by the h

tley group were all on board, and many sorrowing friends stood upon the sho

d his interests to the "God of the winds

, who heeded not that "human life

y hearts, that so often comes upon us, when we are called to part from so

ing friends returned to their homes, for the driving snow and sl

uttered a moment in the sweeping blast, and the last

y storm and tempest," and hope animated their boso

ater violence, and the tumultous sea hove up a hollow, b

able, and it became evident to all on b

surging of the ruthless blast, and the deep toned thunder of the many voiced waters, as they dashed t

of troubled nature, arose a fearf

ayer, beseeching him, for Jesus Christ's sake, to have mercy upon their souls. Many prayed in that hour of trial that never prayed b

bosom of the lone sea. It was the same bell that rang so loud and clear on the day of the boat's first departure from Ne

us so often, as we toss upon the tide

ng dawned, foun

raw the contrast of the first and last night t

ned bright in many a heart, but was soon--very soon--to be forever extinguished, as the loved, expected form was even then buried beneath the ocean wave. Many a mothe

efore the destroying angel, and there were v

e pale moon may walk forth in her beauty, accompanied by all the hosts of twinkling stars, to gladden the night, while gentle winds sigh around our dwellings, and we may pass on in the sunshine an

e thy worn spirit may find rest. There is a chart to guide thee over th

ray upon thy toilsome way; and, o

tle shallop pass, and meet its final award. This, this is all that

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pale upon

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little

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our lovely f

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g seemingly disappointed away from the bitter portion. The mild blue eyes were raised to heaven, and that heavenly angelic expression, so peculiar to expiring infancy rested upon his face,

ld rally for a few moments, then wane again. Near by sat the nurse, bearing upon her lap the little

e to bear them to a brighter, holier world, where the purity of their sinl

ver the face of decaying nature that hung out her fading flowers and withered leaves, as a token of the sad change that was passing in her realm, while the evening breeze,

, and as we looked upon the marble paleness of the dear children, and compared them with the

esent, that He who had given life was about to take it back to reign with Him, and though the deep fountains of grief were stirred, there came a "

n the earth, tinging the fleecy clouds with gold and purple, and they looked like gorgeous piles of m

he eyes wandered from object to object, and seemed to survey all the room contained, gazing most earnestly upon the fac

ath, hope whispered of a glorious resurrection morn, when those blue orbs should again

coffin, and laid it in the tomb to a

and anxiety, of pain, suffering and distress, a

rasp of the pale visitant, but he pitied not, relented not, but steady to his purpose, snapped the brittle thread of life, performed the task he had been commissioned with, and hurried away from that place of tears to cast his de

the little son, and he was laid away, while the coffin returned for

erforated with large cracks where it had been joined together. The lid was always unscrewed, and was often raised by the hand of a fond mother, who looked upon the dust of an o

s. She was married early, to the companion of her choice, who had been attentive to her from childhood

, her children and her friends, but death lingered not for these things; he came, a most unwelcome visitant, a

r her pale face, had her likeness taken as large as life, and touched with natural coloring, thus preserving the form and featu

e ground, and her mother had this tomb built that she might there re

kes upon the form of youth and beauty? She had slept there many years, and the mother felt the time was approaching, when she must take the last look of those dear remains, and have them

passed from life's busy scenes, an

y weeping friends to the burial place, and with her

marble faces, looking up to the pure sky above, while their half-open lids displaying their blue orbs, seemed looking out b

upon him. As the aged grandmother turned from the grave of the little ones, she gave one lingering glance to her husband's grave, and removing her glove from

d ten, and her head was whitened with passing years; but the infant of a few days had gone bef

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earth are fa

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outlive th

hort sum

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trembling o

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so good

void must

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lear as crys

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Phoebus' noo

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s the pole

in the new-

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as summ

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breathe my p

my soul's

self should

chill'd ea

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jury fo

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its way t

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a fervent pra

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began, "Fa

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Christ, the

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Father,' cr

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Christ, beyo

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glorious m

mother,"

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chains, and pa

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accents cr

thoughtless

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life beyond

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on wings of

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be supreme

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and know th

bmissive t

st that voice

childrens'

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hope and fa

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repeats th

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leasures

ur fond desir

all to ear

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bove yon a

d spirit fi

wisdom's wa

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straight an

leads to e

fe's little

l welcome t

blissful,

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eath of

robe of sn

lightly o'er

ulseless n

spirit's s

old the toil

close the

ed journey

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heart has ce

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though the

, has thus

feel a st

trusting hea

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spirit turns

gentle, well

of the spir

to guide ou

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to a Savi

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blissful i

s cumb'rous,

spirit fill'd

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her children

ess'd mansi

or death ca

bright, e

mother's pass

ending fro

v'ring o'e

weary sou

her sweet pr

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rfully the

by the wo

a dying Savi

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pass away

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in judgment

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s along t

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among th

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in the bub

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n the tempe

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c in the thi

sic that

re's music

right wo

bands, with

of sins

s to a Sav

high dome

h of Mrs. Caroline P. Bald

reath of su

lightly rou

pass these

death is wi

eath is on

freezing

ore earth's s

s before

glittering

pinions f

r to the s

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ow music st

harps the co

gles in t

to the Kin

I know I'm

n sands are

lips the pa

ast one--ye

o me our blu

on his face

pt from ea

yon bliss

r love is pu

fount wil

onward cu

a long e

m passing t

ung morn is fa

soon, my yo

s sleep in dea

I say--O,

n city fu

Saviour sm

ands conduc

the carol

gentlest s

ne trembling

pulses fain

h rested on

"strange be

smile a rapt

pleasures m

in a Sick-Room,

flowing c

catch the bre

its gentle

floats on s

fans my p

the fever

coming heal

murmurs r

those in lif

forth with

ing's joyous,

to them the

pilgrim, wo

h care, sti

to tread, on

feverish

t battle-fi

f destiny

s millions i

woof with v

some, with he

e bold, and

e scarce fro

ne blemish

those all st

c is one co

their appo

vile, and l

ght streaks o

shades of de

f joy, all t

dyes are bl

with her b

some dismal

arm'd with

nting to a

ess, with

er roses, r

ancy and Tr

Faith, with h

the effort

ades life's s

swift the sh

hought or

h one is w

web of hu

e, who fin

onquered in

not how sho

goal the o

know, "That

rs life's

in a Sick Room,

e of "ma

uring o

g in the my

's voice

rob'd cher

rping by

in the con

t in Je

r sainte

s'd from e

g me to joi

s of end

are bloomi

of life

ting stand

in livi

r sheds hi

ce round

and ad

ght on ev

s the peal

e high dom

Lamb, who on

our sins

I gaze e

heav'n's

liest tow'rs

ed, worn

cold stream

sely on

s were

s withou

he tide i

ws through

little

dark sho

, celest

thee stil

would the s

ts my so

a F

he gentle bre

ft among t

g high on

leaves upo

sun looks

vari'ga

by his ge

treasures hav

he face of e

change ar

gg'd, cheq

oft by so

olds our tr

ho in our p

is found on

d spirit's s

ng in the pl

o voice from

to thy sp

n will the m

yes, it soo

us resurre

hall wake the

ortal day

ur path may l

friends far

darling chil

d shall be

'd soul from

rank the bi

portion wa

weet thy sp

hrist, God

s He has l

ee "in the

res dwell fo

we may not

ing in this

casts a hal

cenes of o

'd in her s

friend, are th

meet no mo

lt sometimes

e well, swee

bark o'er li

t in the po

friend, and

ther's

ill not com

re fading f

their dim, ex

wearied, e

he golden

rn gates wil

ed on his

over eart

ay'd in rob

th vari'ga

e him with

nds sigh alon

the roses o

tear-drop fr

smile o'er a

h stream tha

read out her

flow'ers, to

hem with his

runs his

s journey w

curtains o

beams, while

pillow of

l steal the

gain my wat

tell a mot

that unb

s pass'd with

pinions, h

d oft the mi

mother's e

, when fev

er darling

was the mo

nightly v

s o'er the

ood's wild and

lead through yo

the path of

from each imp

rom ev'ry dan

e reason, c

eaven the tru

pois'nous flo

path, tempt

thoughtless w

t is a mot

tch from you

ft cradle t

n check a m

rom sin and

ould I

I smile in

sits heavy

in anguish

of gushing

heart's deep

unbidden

eep, for th

hey bring a

soothing,

else would bu

weep in ho

ears refus

fore my me

nd joys of

ng round, a

ms from the

one they

ess cheek an

o mock me

f bitterne

ke the glitt

ng beckon'

th fragrant f

's bright an

glittering

arps their fi

ir robes of

showers of sp

d my fond h

ered only

bright as

d with her

th soft and

of thrilli

e mist arou

many a r

ip, with her

within her

whisper'd i

of hope I lo

w fondly

p's shrine,

heart: nor

ere but an

illusion f

heart all

uth's

, and sweet m

ic flo

ft splendor

Italia

een and fra

ng, dark

her glossy

ny a cos

t high born

ely was

oud beauty

undimmed

dark and

lt a tend

t trembling s

e brow

eet music

ling, sof

of an Aeo

hern bree

gems that

ls rich

eauty far

htest je

ing pictures

isitely

uch wondrous s

e in beau

odor fill'

rom oran

e mingling w

exotic

ul mood tha

dark, lu

in pensive

e glowi

t upon a n

nd gallan

was true to

ng amid

eds that you

a glorio

re ages wo

e book

hastes that m

the war

at her f

els he h

thou wilt

lant lo

f melting

er rest

hat gentle

of love

on her winn

ously h

bright and

is touch

e loveliest

t to make

ss step and

into he

s chill and

ered in

ght faded f

id grew

in Death's

his col

came heavil

he tried

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maidens sou

accusto

her cold an

hat leaf

A--

g the pathway of life, and who cheered thee with the music of their voices and the light of their smiles have, perchance, one by one passed away, and left thee to journey on in loneliness of heart, when the light of thine own eye shall have become dimmed, and thy sunny hair whitened by the frosts of age--when thy voice, which was wont to gush forth in melody and song, entrancing the ear and cheering the heart of the listener, has become weak and tremulous, and care and sorrow have set their sea

it to mansions

pose on Jes

pain and so

e boon I a

es of

vulet; as we listen to the warbling of the birds, the dreamy hum of the insects, and the low whispering of the soft summer air, as it floats by, redolent with perfume of flowers, w

hty ocean, whose bosom heaves, and moans, and wails, as though convulsed by some terrible agony, and which, in its frantic fits, rages with ungovernable fury; the deep, broad, glassy rivers, that flow in quiet beauty, to mingle their waters with the ocean, the foaming cataract, the broad green prairie, variegated by nature's choices

ugh the heaven's vast concave, and those, too, who have traversed the broad prairie, that far as the eye can reach, stretches out in wavy undulations, who have heard the eternal thunder of the cataract, as its waters plunge madly into the abyss below, who have wandered amidst orange bowers and spicy groves, and as Pollock expresses it, "have mused on ruins grey with yea

of luxury and ease. The cool summer breeze, laden with grateful perfume, fans the hot brow of the slave, weary and fainting beneath his task, as freely as it does that of his pompous and lordly master. Our souls seem to be united by a bond of sympathy, with the inanimate objects of creation. There are many poor beings who are obliged to toil from early dawn far into the hours of night, to obtain bread for themselves and those who are dearer to them than life, and who have never been instructed, even in the first rudiments of science. Yet, are they conscious of possessing bright gems of thought, which they find it impossible to det

he is governed. As they contemplate, with wonder and admiration, the shining stars with which the brow of night is studded, though they understood not all the principles that astronomy unfolds, concerning those heavenly bodies, yet, no scornful light flas

ingdom. It is true, the poor possess not all the means of the rich for exploring what is rare and curious in the works of nature. They are obliged to confine themselves to what is presented to their view in their

world, they will go to a better world: a more costly and magnificent abode, that God has prepared for them. Yes, costly indeed, since a title to an inheritance in that better world is purchased by the blood of his only Son; and we are told that it is not in the heart of man to

costly sacrifice to secure the happiness of his subjects? And can we help loving the Saviour who was willing to be made a sacrifice to secure the eternal happiness of a lost and ruined race; and who left a home of glory, o

that love him. Oh how cold, how hard, how utterly lost to all grateful emotions, must that heart be that could treat with scorn or indifference t

e who was offered for the remission of sin. Who would not enter this world, of happiness, where sin enters not, pain or sickness come not, and death is swallowed up in victory? Where the sain

t comprehend here, fully, but the mind is overwhelmed when we contemplate th

ie White, Who Was Dr

ly this op

e from e

fragrance

s of end

gaz'd with

life's de

bright his

freed s

gather roun

llie's vac

voice of ch

ing eve

u gaze upo

ping eyes

e cannot c

must g

uman

heart's

can und

trembling ch

th a gen

udely strik

elody sh

natural dis

erness

with the j

is brigh

ight, and la

s the ho

d such scene

we know

smile the l

teals to

we quickl

the star

ic of their l

ke upon

er why, whe

g and

mirthfulness

so mour

etimes the s

ppiness

though an

the trembl

g music of

'ring of

w and gent

aves upon

ad sighing a

fully th

e heart as

parted

listen, br

w, myster

some ang

'ring to

ly, a care

n harshne

wand'ring

ell is rud

sad, lone f

e weary

he gloom w

ing to

g to dep

e angel

ect love a

each hear

n on the Deat

d check the

press the

e fondly che

uth are cal

y fate, my

d away in be

earthly love

ee, dear one,

ind thy gre

mile, thy wi

at now thy

still in Dea

miss thy wi

et music of

my weary he

d my tears

hus early, d

und was fair

fond, conf

earthly wo

sweeter, f

g heart with

er ruined ho

rust that hear

not rather

ke some sweet

t murmuring

ll wintry te

sins have b

pure from guil

ransom'd so

to God the a

murmuring th

ly oft my p

tears oft d

t the thoug

weet memory

o sooth my

h'd and with

fragrance

Fri

ine eye is cl

a glad and j

g brow is pu

st never kn

I gaze upo

a sweet and

what thy

dark and d

rude, tempe

ay rend thy

reach that b

friends hav

et girl, youn

touched thy

ve dimmed thy

shadow re

a mother, k

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tones, that

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h the dews of night, and redolent with flowers, lay blushing and rejoicing beneath his radiant beams, and blooming nature strode forth, clad in his most beautiful garments, while t

life had just begun. Its very helplessness demanded our love and pity. It smiled and wept, but knew not why; but succeed

, that lay drooping beneath his noon-day beams. Scarce a leaf was seen to move, the birds sat silent with folded w

od to youth, from youth to manhood, through the various changes that

lushing honors

uring the hapless bosom, where fierce flames of rage, resentment, jealousy contend. Disturbed ambition presented next, to bid him grasp the moon and waste his days in angry sighs, add

man was leaning on his staff, the vigor of life had departed, his locks were thin and scattered, his palsied limbs would scarce perform their office. His eye was dim--no longer beaming with intelligence, and he muttered to himself, as he groped his way along, worn out with the cares, sorrows and perplexities of a busy life, deep furrows were upon his cheeks, and his whole appearance bespoke a weary, way-worn chi

on; the wind howled in fitful murmurs, the thunder rolled in the distance, lightnings glared, and natur

id his icy hand upon his waning pulse, and chilled the current of his struggling breath. No frien

weary pilgrim is at rest. All who tread in the path way of life, must lie down too, "with

ow

emblems of

innocence

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usky, hollow, but impressive, the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. But now I see thee more distinctly, thou grisly monster; I know thy form, thou conqueror of conquerors, and thou king of kings. But yesterday I saw a smiling infant in its fond mother's arms; a thousand dimpling smiles played around its beautiful features, and its eyes beamed with brilliancy; thou didst approach, and lay thy icy hand upon its fluttering pulses, and

g from their sockets. He had been called suddenly--unexpectedly to meet thee. A tearful wife and children gathered around the bed, formed an interesting group, and strove in vain to allay the agony of the husband and father. But a sterner blow, and that wife was a widow, those children fatherless. Thou hadst t

p became more and more feeble, 'till thou didst summon her away, leaving a void in the hearts of those children that can never be filled. Sad, sickening was the sight as I followed in thy train, and saw father, mother, sister, brother, and all the endearing relations of life,

when our summon

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childhood,

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my enrapt

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of the lov

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ast scenes of

in, they spr

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re the world'

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and words that

memory's t

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spell which

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loved forms

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stern, and

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med brings

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heritage

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look, with f

precious pl

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mansion in

upon the Death

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angelic str

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l streams o

f fadeless

sighing here

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f endless p

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it to guar

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hy weary sou

ome, thy ch

e heart and

my ling'rin

Faith beyo

but a lit

on my husb

nfant's lip

first born t

voice once m

to see a b

parting kis

st sister,

y clouded

ransport o'e

dim, thick co

ome, for th

I--

lected lyre

its echoe

lain untun

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weep the trem

wail of mu

by that gen

the silken

happiness,

virtue do

grief's dark

on thy young

erest in Chr

hed in that c

guilt's dark s

o more imp

iend, faith

ere, pure a

hy with thin

s duties swe

oved, thy ba

ong life's

launched

nite et

iend upon the 20th Anni

ind Muse my

etic heaven

n olden ti

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wake a thri

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las! my un

lofty them

enes of joy

life's ever-

ince first th

little help

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n all unmix

now befor

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who would

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let it be

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thy path sh

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r stricken

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stead may s

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heart to th

all a crow

n Th

, and wander from star to star, or contemplate the silvery moon, in all her full-orbed glory, or trace the golden sun, as he runs his journey through the heavens, and hides behind the crimson curtains of the west, in majestic splendor. And though the body be confined to the restless, feverish

ainting beneath the oppressive heat; there the deluded mother tosses her struggling infant into the serpentine Granges, and bowing before her idol, thinks she has appeased her God; we at a glance visit Afric's billowy strand, her vast sandy deserts, spot

written upon the whole earth, and upon each succeeding generation of man, for "one generation passeth away and another generation cometh," and death conquers all

on the Departur

her, is i

e doomed

been through

hand a

at I could s

fe's st

o sacrific

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may not--

before t

ands are spr

more gen

a spot, of wh

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knights wer

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a charm that

d tower an

know its m

a heart

would not s

it bold

feel when t

ely I s

ee noble;

hood's ear

thy spirit

temptati

tion's heigh

r, Wealth

han gold or

untarnis

o'er the de

lands y

hose who pra

ny childho

, when you

utiful

heart to plea

er far

lips may o

eyes turn

r, thou wil

r heart

the Death

earfully, twi

f one who sleep

umbers the co

chants a requie

k of the fount

he hand of gri

sunshine of hope

oyments her so

the earth like a

cheek, and s

t evinc'd a n

affection and

child had pass

rk valley and

op'd, to their lov

t the summons to y

ot where those lov'

thly wish of her

st disease to her v

his grace and p

d sisters, the l

d spot could not

her heart, the

r spirit held

spot of her chil

v'd home in the

ill clung to the

pass'd there, con

trials and sor

yes in "death's

trust, has to

et peace while in

wer of

controlled by its influence from earliest infancy to latest age, even from the making of an infant's frock to the shroud. In early y

wear it after such a manner; and why? O, it is the custom. It is too much the custom for people to look with contempt upon those who have not quite so good advantages, or more especially, those who have not so much wealth, without regard to intellect or education. Custom has introduced into society vices of all descriptions. Not long since it was the custom to pass the socia

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inted joy on th

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ed, to pay the last sad rite, to one of earth's fairest, loveliest flowers. All without wore an air of gloom and melancholy. Ever and anon a sere and yellow leaf would fall with a faint rustling sound, speakin

elic beings, whom it is impossible not to love. Her presence, like sunshine, seemed to d

ntelligence and affection. The softest rose tint tinged her alabaster cheek, and the tones

fragile form sank beneath the blow, and faded like a blighted flower. There sat her parents bowed down by grief, for the being whom they most lo

upon the dim horizon of the future, the hope of being reunited with their beloved child in that better

those lips that were wont to entrance with their melody forever sealed in death? Would those eyes never again beam with the light of affection, or kindle with the glow of enthusiasm? Oh, how forcibly were we reminded that "passing away" is written upon all things here below, and that the fairest forms that walk the earth, in all the prid

ps, her history might be interesting to some who may chance to peruse these pages

ation of the mind. Endowed with a brilliant intellect, she excelled in whatever she attempted, and the fond anticipations of her friends were more than realized. The acquirement of literature was to her a source of exquisite delight. Her thirsty soul drank at the fountain of knowledge, with as much avidity as the weary traveller slakes his thirst at the f

g manners, the sweetness of her disposition, and the unaffected goodness of

rresponding goodness of heart. It seemed to be her aim to render those with whom she associated, pleased with themselves rather than to impress upon them a sense of her own superiority. This trait in her character had in it nothing allied to sy

regard to the feelings of others, formed the keystone which unlocked to her the secret recesses of h

d had consecrated herself to the service of God; and she

er heart, but of all her numerous admirers, there was but one whose affection was reciprocated, and that one was well worthy the love and confidence of such a being as Annie Howard. He possessed those noble qualities of heart and mind which command the admiration of the great and good, and which render man, in the true sense of the term, the noblest work of God. Gifted with strong powers of mind, which had been disciplined by a thorough education, possessi

odness of heart, nor love of friends could save her from death's relent

ood di

hearts are dr

o the

funeral knell, the unnatural brilliancy of the eye, the hectic glow upon the cheek, and the short, labored breathing, told but too plainly that death was not to be cheated of his prey. It has been said that death lo

t it must soon be called upon to enter upon those untried scenes, and to fathom the deep mysteries of that endless existence, and that it must go alone and unattended into the presence of its Maker, there to render up its account. She felt that, although she was unworthy of God's favor, yet Christ had shed his blood for her, and she trusted that her sins had been washed away by that blood, and her soul made meet for the hea

. The deep blue sky, when studded by a countless host of brilliant stars; the soft, fleecy clouds when reflecting the gorgeous hues of sunset; the music of the birds; the whispering of the breeze, m

to the most sensitive mind; but when we were summoned to stand around her dying bed, there was something so calm, so heavenly, so peaceful, in the expression of her countenance, that we all felt

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erial essence, which contemplates upon past and future scenes, from which emanates all our thoughts and passions--and all our happiness or misery. If we would have our composition correct, the mind must be well cultivated, for that, like a well cultivated garden, will produce fine fruit and beau

we for the sublime, we must contemplate the whirlwind in its fury, the vivid lightning's flash, and the deep toned thunder, reverberating peal on peal, the mountain torrent, dashing down the stupendous height, and hur

, no blot or tarnish should be upon the fair page; how chaste and elegant should be the diction, how pure and refined the idea, how

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over again. The last sad parting from many dear friends has been noted down; the deaths of sister, brother and mother, have been noticed in sad rotation; grand-

thered flower, whose leaves though faded, emit a sweet fragranc

ited. It is the recently made grave of my husband--the father of my children, who passed sudde

emembrances of the many--many years we have journeyed on together, since our first acquaintance in academic halls (for our intimacy first commenced in sc

s been borne suddenly away, with the firm assurance that "the

and bring up harrowing remembrances of the past, that add deeper pangs to our sorrow, and fill our hearts with more unendurabl

my feet? that I never again shall hear the sound of that voice, whose endearing tone won me t

now, way-worn and weary, the grave--the greedy grave claims thee for its occupant. How sweet is the assurance "that the graves shall

intense thought and feeling, of fervent prayer and supplication, and tearful, childlike submission to the divine will. Might be written did I say? Is it not written--even in the book of God's remembrance? Neither sigh or tear were unnoticed, or prayer unheard, by th

now very evident to those that were in attendance upon him, that he was more fully aware of his situation tha

encouragingly to him, and to others, and so

its most fearful aspect; a daughter, who was watching by the bed, hearing him whi

t be possible, let t

ed in the land of shadows. There was an extremely anxious expression of countenance, and he would look earnestly upon his attendants, as though he thought we could relieve him.

passed the meridian of life, we "feel how dreadful 'tis to die." The love of life is strengthened by years. There are cords of association binding him to it, the rolling, restless tide of business, with its fluctuations and its cares, sweeps over him, and seems binding him to earth. The lov

gained by the fearful foe, 'till her energies were exhausted, and sin

m him one little moment, and when we turned again, the lamp of life was extinguished. O, the fearful agonizing cry that arose by that death bed, when we realized that the husband and father had passed away, forever away.

d, and in the yard where he had spent so many hours laboring to beautify the spot where he was so soon to lie down in his last long sleep. By his side are the graves of the two dear grand-children, who were wont to share in his caresses, and his smiles. Silent now is their greeting, as the weary grandfather lays down with them in the place of graves: But eternity! oh eternity! how is the meeting there? Have they met? There are father, mother, brothers, sister, and a long train of relatives from whom he has been long separated. Have they recognized each other? O, bewildering thoughts, be still, and cease your restless longings; "secret things belong to God," and "what we know not now we shall know hereafter." But now, wh

bath sun, to experience that awful void that death makes in th

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feeds on you

in the plac

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bloom upo

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at stealthy

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, soon to

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ough faithful friend, and points us onward in the plain path of duty. We have only to follow her dictates, and all will be well. But many gaudy flowers are blooming here and there beside the path, to tempt the thoughtless one to step aside and pluck; but though they are beautiful to the eye, and their fragrance borne to us by the breeze,

for the thousandth time in the agonies of death; over and over again, she acts the bloody scene, and, while he turns restless and feverish upon his pillow, still holds the picture bleeding fresh to fancy's wearied gaze, and as in Macbeth, presents th

, for she never argues wrong. And superlatively happy are they who can lay calmly down on the bed of death cheered by her approving smile

itten in

winds are s

leaves come

ails the gat

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have perish'

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Pen of My Husba

t, June

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h the mysterious windings and wonderful intricacies of a mother's love for her offspring. That is, as yet, the unrevealed handiwork of Omnipotence, who in wisdom conceived the beautiful mechanism, and brought to perfection the refinements of our nature; and to his almighty fiat are we indebted, both for the boon of death and the glorious hope of the resurrection. How peculiarly adapted to our consolation is the doctrine of the resurrection. The angel of mercy has withdrawn from your boson a beloved child.

ghty power of transformation or to demonstrate the great principle of a spiritual ascension from our decayed bodies, of those seraphic hosts, who are to stand as ministering angels around the majesty of Heaven, through all the never ending cycles of eternity, no matter what objections skepticism may urge of the impossibility of conceiving how the dead can be raised up to a newness of life. Our faith receives

angers. We must not persuade ourselves that the preservation of little Emma's sacred dust is a mere tribute of affection to her memory; but rather a prophecy of that precious hope, that she shall awake from this sleep and meet us again, and tha

's power, and the consummation of his work. How beautiful to con

est, but Emma

stings of dea

r M

ke Eve, when

on her fo

hat life i

adise i

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nd not your

gave did

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yet livin

ionate

th

o

ff on time's

n sail and

g like a f

g to some d

bloom more fr

amaranth

t dips the

me diamond r

e sinking s

rk shadows

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s o'er this

nfurls that

oar in life

g on befor

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n brilliant

some rad

o Mount

he face of decaying nature, that we entered the elegant carriage of an esteemed fri

he harbor, whitened with many a sail, sparkled in the

the world seemed hurrying on as if to make amends

often stooping as if to dip their wings in the ocea

n the sky, and the calmness of nature

that was surging through the city mart jostling against each other in their eager chase; a

nd luxury The children of poverty trudged on in tattered garments, stung by pinch

e contrast of life. Passing through the city with its tumults and

on stood to give command to his army, how many associations rushed upon

trees that were scattering now and then a withered leaf upon the grassy mounds that lay at their fee

ished with all the sculptor's art, while the

entrance with the hollow sounds that reverberate at every fo

un was pouring his mellow rays, and casting such a subdued and peculiar light upon all things in the Chapel, and saw the heavenly expression of the angels as they took their upward fli

s the beholder upward to the skies. This Chapel, standing as it does at the entrance of the Cemetery, is

g over the mind, as we reflected how many aching hearts and tearful eyes had passe

d we can but think Spurzheim is taking his scientific observations, as his bust stands

to the mind. The white dove with open beak and half spread wing; the harp with the broken string, and the broken colu

Looking from the tower you witnessed life with its struggles, its comforts and luxuries;