Year: 1870

care OI thOSe VINO Will NOT PUCK To destroy
who will fold her in loving embrace, and keep
her with renewed purity for the one who So
loved her, so well wished her. yet whose
honest love aud kind interest had so litte
weight with her here.


Her trunk was full of finery. and cards. and
pictures aud letters from the gay aud thought.
full of odds and ends of poisonous
festival And in little box, as if sacred
the picture of father mother sister aud two
brothers. What shall We do with them p
Send them home They know not where
she was, or is +! They only know that she is
away, but under what name what doing,
alive or dead, they know not, for all they have
often sought, as we know Shall we tell them.
or carry the secret with others. and Others We
hold to the grave What would our readers
dO2 What would be riyhtP


Ahearse and a carriage. At dusk, or nearly.
Steadily we moved on down the street, meets
ing thousands. We put her in plain coffin.
for her life had been too plain TO mock her
corpse and great agony with gilded easket
The beautiful one she had despised-wpuld
not preserve--wuuld not confie to the keep
ing of the one she loved and who loved her
SO inial uated was she with the life she wanted
to lead, So we would not insult her corpse
with the hate of her life She reSted-but
oh that sad, heart wrecked, pity pleading
face, seeming to cry out from its perishing
stiffness =


.'Oi God o! mani Give-give-give
o give me back to that life. that love, that
truth, that purity. that heart-that al that
would have been my salvation q God. pity
me. for the world does not! !! Aud give me
rest. if | cannot have that hope, that faith,
that bliss, that happy future | might have
had but for careless wanderings


Over the river we bore her away. We met
others like her on the streets. little caring or
dreaming who was in the hearse ahead, or the
carriage following. W9 took her away as
they will be taken.


If the graves uf the lost ones could cry ont
Who could listen to the terrible wall The
love and passion songs of earth-the discor-
dant unisons of perdirinn. sufficient of them
selves to curse millions and hold their souls
d wn to agony. o! the present-the future.
The minute-the Eternity o! Father in
Heaven, give us all will and power to save,
but no heart to wreck. to destroy


We buried her as the sun went down on
this beautiful Saturday Night. And we rode
slowly home the hearSe went its way for
another, or to wait order


And we looked out nf the carriage window
as the dead one can look out of the window Of
the past to see where she mistOnk the road
And we people fastening to and fro
this way and that eager To reach home
Poor girl-she Was eager to reach home So
she went uninvired- glad to rest in the grave
dny,rhcre. rather than in her wild, heart
rendrng. soul narrowing thonghts.


Well-she is gone. God be kinder to her
Mere than she was to herself here ! Fearful
was the load she took with her! Every flower
a thorn-every ramble a walk with fends-
every reckless dnlliance garment Of torture
woven on earth with the bright side out, to
be worn there-with the sting piercing the
soul.


And God pity her parents-and him who
loved her in accordance with invisible orders.
She is at rest-the waters of the river, and
the rack of the torture that drove her to death
may purify her-we hope they will.


To night we are going visit. To the
bedside of our friends. We will kiss them
while they sleep, aud they will not know that
we were there. We will straighten the GOV
erlets over the hearts and to the throars of
those we love- will kiss them again and pray
God to keep them all in the right path. And
we will 90 for hours before we sleep to the
bedsides of those miles and miles away, and
see which to be lost OF saved-to the he'd
sides of those who sleep in sin and reckless
1nioUing passion. and kiss them once never so
softly for the mothers and fathers who have
lost them forever. Then we will 90 to the
little beds of the poor children whose parents
do not care for them or their sobbings. and
drop a tear of pity for their future. Then TO
the sleeping forms of those who have lost
loved ones in the terrible whirl. and whisper
of the meeting Over There. where the truants
will return. and then to the cribs. cradles and
beds of those who have good fathers and mo
theirs to watch over them. and will with the
loving and the living look with joy and pride
on the sleeping ones. who little know in their
childish dreams that while they sleep-while
all is still warm hearts are beating and tear
glistening eyes are looking and praying that
they NAV live for those who most trnly love
them-from God to man. and not be taken TO
the grave a was the poor. storm tossed. heart
wrecked beautiful child of misfortune we in
sadfess helped bury this Saturday Night.


Brick PoMERoY.