I WILL not say, "God's ordinance Of death is blown in every wind," That takes away a noble mind. In all our hearts, as mournful light And dwells in heaven half the night. Words weaker than your grief would make Grief more. Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace: H TENNYSON. LIS life was gentle, and the elements were So mixed in him, that nature might Stand up and say to all the world This is a man. SHAKSPEARE. A ND deeds of week-day holiness Fell from her noiseless as the snow; J. RUSSELL LOWELL. THE AGED GRANDMOTHER. H, softly waves the silver hair From off that aged brow! A fitting crown is now. That life-work, stretching o'er long years, A varied web has been; With silver strands, by sorrow wrought, Each silver hair, each wrinkle there, How bright she always made her home: It seemed as if the floor Was always flecked with spots of sun, And barred with brightness o'er. The very falling of her step Made music as she went; And now in later years, her word In many a home, where glad she saw Oh, gently fold the weary hands, When off earth's mantel fell. ANON. IIIS daily prayer, far better understood. HIS In acts than words, was simply doing good; That by his loss alone we know his worth, |