Year: 1861

The beautiful have gone with their bloom
from the gaze of human eyes. Soft eyes that
made it spring time in eur hearts are seen no
more. We have loved the light of many q
emile thai has faded from US now and in oar
hearts have fingered sweet voices that now are
hushcd in the silence OF death Seats are left
vacant in our earthly homes which none again
can ill. Kindred and friends, loved ones have
passed away eue by one cur hearts are left
dCsol&te, ne are lonely without them They
haze passed with their love to "thaI land from,
whose bourne no Traveller returns" Shall we
never see them again? Memory returns with
lingering regret 10 recall those smiles, and the
loved tcncs Of those dear familiar voices. In
fancy they are often by our side but their
home is ON brighter shore. They visit us in
our dreams, floating over our memory like
shadows over moonit waters. When the
heart is weary with anguish. and the soul is
bowed & grief do they not come and whis-
per thoughts OF comfort and hope? Yes.
sweet memory brings them TO u.s. and the love
We bors them lifts the heart from earthly as
pirations and we long to join them in that
better land. They hover around Us, the ether
cal, dear departed ones the loving and the
loved. they watch with eyes that slumber not.
When gentle dreams are wandering to the an
gel land they in whispers wake the hymnng
strains ofthat right and happy choir repeating
many tale of hope and bliss, and tenderness
and love. They tell of sunny realms, never
viewed by mortal eye Of forms arrayed in
fadeless beauty, and lofty anthems to their
great Creators praise are sounded forth in
i Il, L.
vision Of the blest dssolves the tumult Of life's
jarring scenes they fade in air, and then we
glory in the thought that we are heirs of i'm
mortality. And why is it that we regard
with such deep reverence and love those bright,
celestial beings Of another sphere? Ah it is
because they take an interest in our welfare,
and joy over our success in the great battle of
life. They are not selfish in their happiness
but iain would have us share it with them.


AVERSION TO "A LARGE HOUSE


We want it-but our taste is naturally
against il, or, go thinks an English writer,
who TINS complains, himself:-"Do you think
that q rich man sitting in his sumptuous H.
brary, all oak and morocco, glittering backs Of
splendid volumes lounge and sofa in every de-
gree, which be merely paid for. has half the
enjoyment that Robinson Crusoe had when be
looked around his cave with his rude shelves
and bulkheads, its clumsy arID-chairs and its
rough pottery, all contrived and made by his
own handss Now the poor cottager has
good deal Of the Robinson Crusoe enioyments;
something of the pleasure which Sandford
and Merton felt when they built and thatched
their house and then sat within it gravely prond
and happy, whilst the pelting showers came
down and could not reach them. When man
gets the length OF considering the architectural
character of his house, the imposing effect
which the great entrance hall has upon visi-
tors, the vista of drawing room retire within
dFaWing-r0Om, he looses relish which accom-
paAies the original idea of a house as some
thing, by having large house you loose some
thing which is constantly and sensibly felt
you loose the joy Of simple tidiness; your life
grows so artificial, that many days yol never
think Of your dwelling"