name aloud over the clay that contained her struck with a fresh burst of sorrow npon bis heart alley be exclaimed in irish alley your father that loved more nor he loved any other human brings a message to from the mother of your heart i she bid me call to see the spot where yoa re my buried flower an to tell you that we re not now thanks be to god as we you lived us we are well to do now age an not in hunger an sickness an misery as we you suffered them all ton will love to hear this pulse of our hearts an to know that through all we an we did suffer since you departed � we never let you out of our memory no we thought of you an cried our poor dead flower many an many e the time an she bid me tell you of my heart that we feel now so d by or much as that you are not us to share our comfort an our happiness oh what wouldn t the mother give to have you back her but it can t be an what wouldn t i to have you before my eyes in health au in life � but it can t be the mother sent this message to you alley take it from her she bid me tell you that we are well an happy our name is pure and like yourself spot or stain won t you pray for us before god an get him an his mother to look on us favor an compassion farewell alley may you sleep in peace an rest on the breast of your great father in heaven until we ail meet in together it s your father that s to you our lost flower an the hand that often smoothed your head is now upon your grave he wiped his eyes as he concluded and after lifting a of the clay from her grave he tied it carefully up and put it into his pocket having left the grave yard he his steps towards frank s house the had now risen and as ascended the larger of the two hills which we have mentioned he d by the red well stood again to the scene that beneath about an hour before all was still the whole lay s as if the land had been the land of the dead the in the distance were with the thin mist s of morning the and richer parts of the had appealed in that d m grey which to distant such a clear outline with the except on of the s song everything seemed as if there not a breeze both and nature as if in a trance the very trees asleep and their leaves motion less as if had been of marble but now the scene i is changed the son had its upon the mountain tops which the mists were tumbling in broken fragments to the between them a thousand bit da poured their songs upon the ear the breeze was up and the of smoke from t ie farm houses and played as if in in the air white haze was beginning to from the meadows early were and going abroad to their employment d by hi or the lakes in the distance shone like and the clear springs on the mountain sides glittered in the son like gems on which the eye could scarcely rest life and light and motion appear to be inseparable the dew of morning lay upon nature like a brilliant veil the image of as applied to woman tu by and by the songs of the early workmen were heard nature had awoke and whose heart was strongly though unconsciously to the influence of natural religion in the elevation of the hour and with spirits the house of his as he entered this hospitable roof the early industry of his friend s wife presented with a well swept hearth and a pleasant fire before which had been placed the identical chair tliat they had appropriated to his own use frank was enjoying a blast o the pipe after having risen to which luxury the return of gave additional zest and in fact s d by the l presence communicated a holiday spirit to the family a spirit too which declined not for a moment during the of his visit frank said to tell tlie i m not half you this i think you didn t me as i ought to expect to be th m how is that why yon said about widow a head stone over our child you me in the dark there frank an a start never got as i did this in the upon my it wasn t my fan t nm of our t i for to tell you the we had so much fo and di of last n ht it ne er good or it was that it first in mv head you out an thin it too late at poor woman the n was ever m her the heavens be her k it any one of her family v as to me till the dogs wouldn t my blood i d only give them back good for evil that oh frank that goes to my heart to put a head d by u os stone over my h for the sake of the i well � may none belonging to her ever know poverty or but if they do an that i have it how an no god bless wait till hears iti an the beat of it was that never expected to see one of your faces but yoa think too about that child let us talk of something else you ve seen more i did an i love it still in spite of tlie state ah its different from what it 