Sleep, which no waking knows, o'ercame her

bosom,

O'ercame her large, bright, spiritual eyes; Spared in her bower connubial one fair blossom, Then bore her spirit to the upper skies.

There let me meet her, when, life's struggles over,
The pure in love and thought their faith renew,
Where man's forgiving and redeeming Lover
Spreads out his paradise to every view.
Let the dim autumn, with its leaves descending,
Howl on the winter's verge!-yet spring will

come:

So my freed soul, no more 'gainst fate contending, With all it loveth shall regain its home!

THE MOURNER'S FATHER AND FRIEND. TO REVEAL to the mourner such discoveries of the supreme Being as the Christian religion affords, is to reveal to him a father and a friend; is to let in a ray of the most cheering light upon the darkness of the human estate. He who before was a destitute orphan, wandering in the inhospitable desert, has now gained a shelter from the bitter and inclement blast. He now knows to whom to pray, and in whom to trust; where to unbosom his sorrows, and from what hand to look for relief.

TO AN INFANT IN HEAVEN.

THOMAS WARD.

THOU bright and star-like spirit!
That, in my visions wild,

I

see,

mid heaven's seraphic host

O! canst thou be my child?

My grief is quenched in wonder,
And pride arrests my sighs;

A branch from this unworthy stock
Now blossoms in the skies.

Our hopes of thee were lofty,
But have we cause to grieve?
O! could our fondest, proudest wish
A nobler fate conceive?

The little weeper, tearless,

The sinner snatched from sin; The babe, to more than manhood grown, Ere childhood did begin.

And I, thy earthly teacher,

Would blush thy powers to see;

Thou art to me a parent now,

And I, a child to thee!

The heavenly surgeon maims to save,

He gives no useless pain.

Our God, to call us homeward,

His only Son sent down:

And now still more to tempt our hearts
Has taken up our own.

THAT we should be happy, is the will of our best Friend, who loveth us much better than we love ourselves; who is concerned for our welfare, as his own dearest interest, and greatly delighted therein; who, by innumerable experiments, hath demonstrated an excess of kindness to us; who, in all his dealings with us, doth aim purely at our good; who never doth afflict or grieve us more against our will, than against his own desire; never, indeed, but when goodness itself calleth for it, and even mercy doth urge thereto.

BARROW.

'As MANY as I love, I rebuke and chasten.'

CONSOLATION FOR THE LONELY.

MARY HOWITT.

THERE is a land where beauty cannot fade,

Nor sorrow dim the eye;

Where true love shall not droop, nor be dismayed, And none shall ever die!

Where is that land, O where ?

For I would hasten there!

For I am wearied with a heavy woe!

The beautiful have left me all alone;
The true, the tender from my path are gone!
O, guide me with thy hand,

If thou dost know that land,

For I am burdened with oppressive care,
And I am weak and fearful with despair!
Where is it? tell me where.

Friend, thou must trust in Him who trod before
The desolate paths of life;

Must bear in meekness, as he meekly bore,
Sorrow, and pain, and strife!
Think how the Son of God
These thorny paths hath trod;

Think how he longed to go,

Yet tarried out for thee the appointed woe:
Think of his weariness in places dim,
When no man comforted or cared for him!

Think of the blood, like sweat,

With which his brow was wet,

Yet how he prayed, unaided and alone,
In that great agony, ' Thy will be done!'

Friend, do not thou despair,

Christ from his heaven of heavens will hear thy prayer!

WITHERING NATURE OF EARTHLY HAPPINESS.

THE removal of those friends on whose faithfulness and untiring affection we were wont to recline, is designed by our heavenly Father to teach us some important lessons; and, among others, the withering nature of earthly happiness; for, so prone are we to evil, that we sometimes idolize the gifts of an indulgent God, regardless of the almighty and bountiful dispenser, who thus in mercy casts a veil of sorrows over those enjoyments, which, had he allowed to remain unclouded, would have weaned us from himself; and bids the tears of deeply-wounded feeling to flow in much love to our souls, that the disappointments we experience below, may loosen our hold on creature comforts, and beget a willingness to flee away and be at rest.