NEVER could under any circumstances feel the slightest dread of death as such. In all my illness I have ever had the most intense desire to be released from life, unchecked by any save one wish, namely, to be able to finish my work. COLERIDGE.

LMOST the last conscious words of the histo

rian, Buckle, were, "My book! My book!" Thus he died as he lived, nobly, careless of himself, and thinking only of the thing which he had undertaken to do. J. A. FROUDe.

AID the aged Thomas Carlyle just before his death: "Go on and work with all your will; uproot error; as for me--ah, I cannot work much more, and that of all grieves me before going."

HOSE who make earnest and diligent use of the present time, are not apt to be troubled with idle fears for their future.

E are not anxious about living, but about living well.

SOCRATES.

O live that when thy summons comes to join

The innumerable caravan, that halts

One night only in the vale of death,

Then strikes its white tents for the morning march,
Thou shalt march onward to the eternal hills
With step unwearied and with strength renewed,
Like the strong eagle's for the upward flight.

ANONYMOUS.

O live that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves

To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon; but sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

BRYANT.

TRIBUTE TO A GOOD MAN DEPARTED.

F there's another world, he lives in bliss;

If there is none, he made the best of this.

HE noble house of Nature which we inhabit has temporary uses, and we can afford to leave it one day, as great conquerors have burned their ships when once landed on the wished-for shore. EMERSON.

WHAT I LIVE FOR.

LIVE for those who love me,

For those I know are true,

For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit, too;

For all human ties that bind me, For the tasks by God assigned me, For the bright hours left behind me, And the good that I can do.

I live to learn the story,

Who 've suffered for my sake,

To emulate their glory,

And follow in their wake; Bards, martyrs, patriots, sages,

The noble of all ages,

And Time's great volume make.

I live to hail that season,
By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall live by reason,
And not alone by gold;

When man to man united,

And every wrong thing righted,
As Eden was of old.

I live to hold communion

With all that is divine,

To feel there is a union

'Twixt Nature's heart and mine;

To profit by affliction,
Grow wiser from conviction,

And fulfill each great design.

I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit, too;
For wrongs that need resistance,
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the future in the distance,

And the good that I can do.

Dr. BANGS AND WIFE.

For the Dead.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet—

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than

hands and feet.

TENNYSON.