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BY REV. T. B. THAYER.
Beyond the lonely mountain-mere,
suffer all the changes of mortality. This one To seek the wild lairs of their kind,
is rendered an immortal child. Death has arThe mournful-eyed, white-footed deer Then passed and left no trace behind.
rested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed The sepulchre none earthly knows,
it into an eternal image of youth and inno
cence." And the words of Ainsworth are as Wherein the peaceful Hermit sleeps, But God above his long repose
truthful as they are beautiful, when he says, His guardian watch forever keeps!
" the little boy that died, so long ago,
is an June 1.
eternal child; and even as he crept over the
threshold of God's gates ajar at the beckoning THE DEAD NEVER GROW OLD.
of the Lord; so ever in the heart his parting look, with heaven shining full upon his brow, the beauty that the heart grew warm behold
ing, remains untouched by time, even as the Many years the dust bath lain Smoothly o'er that marble face,
unrent sky that let the wanderer in." And the busy world without
This is one of God's kindly compensations of his presence bears no trace; But in faithful hearts he lives,
for the loss which death inflicts. The bereaved Young as when on earth he trod,
only have friends who never change. The Though a holy spirit now,
fair-haired lad who went away in the flower of Standing by the throne of God.
his age, never grows to manhood or age in the The dead are the only people who never
memory of his brothers or sisters; and the gengrow old. The man of four-score years and tle girl who fell asleep in death, however long more remembers his father and mother as they ago, still holds her place in their hearts, as were in his youth or childhood. If they died young, as gladsome, as winning, as lovely as when he had numbered only half a score of before the angel called her. The opening bud years, he does not in his thought of them add remains in all its beauty and sweetness; and to their age the three-score and ten years which it will never pass into the full-blown rose, and he has lived since. At eighty they are the fade and droop, and cast its withered leaves to same to him as when he was ten; they have the earth. not changed at all since the day they died.
The country Parson has a passage which ilThrough all the toils and conflicts and sorrows lustrates this peculiar feature in our thought of of seventy years, the sweet face of his sainted the dead: mother has hung in the portrait gallery of his “ Your little brother or sister, that died long memory, as fresh and fair as when he took his ago, remains in death, and in remembrance the last look of her.
same young thing forever.
It is fourteen years That manly and graceful youth, though he this evening since the writer's sister left this died long time ago, is the same in the thought world. She was fifteen years old then-she is of his father; every lineament, every look, fifteen years old yet. I have grown older since every expression of the face. The father him- by fourteen years, but she has never changed self has grown old, and is beginning to bend as they advanced; and if God spares me to under the weight of years; but the son is still four-score, I never shall think of her as other a young man, as fair in look, as erect in form, than the youthful creature she was when she as elastic in step, as ever—and he will always faded. The other day I listened as a poor be so to his father.
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BY MISS M. REXIOK.
The roses of the summer
Cluster upon the vines,
The fading sunset shines,
But tears will come apace, For the glistening leaves of roses
I see an absent face. The green fields fade before me,
The tall trees glide away, The garden drifts in shadows,
The sunshine shifts to gray, I see the snow-white cottage,
Its pink beds all aglow, Once it was full of gladness,
Two little years ago.
To-day, the Jessamine blossoms,
The rose tree blooms in white, But o'er the still threshold
The day has turned to night, The mother's knitting lingers,
Her hands lie drooped and still, The young wife's patient paleness
Your pitying heart would thrill.
“ But the thing which mainly struck me was, that though it is eighteen years since then, the mother thought of her child as an infant of two years yet: it is a little child she looks for to meet her at the Golden City. Had her child lived he would have been twenty years old now; he died, and he is only two: he is two yet; he will never be more than two. The little rosy face of that morning, and the little half-articulate voice, would have been faintly remembered by the mother had they gradually died into boyhood and manhood; but that day stereo typed them: they remain untouched.”
The poem which follows is a tender expression of this thought; and reveals the pleasing fact, that the “ little maiden,” dying, is always a little maiden, and the “ little vacant chair" ever after sacred to her memory.
Still my heart and eyes are turning
To a little vacant chair,
Ever standing idly there :
Very dear and very fair.
In my life's serenest hour,
Like a bird in summer bower,
Came with desolating power.
Died away in plaintive sighs ;
Faded from my yearning eyes,
Mounted to its native skies.
Oh! the weary, weary pain,
Close on throbbing heart and brain,
Like the captive's heavy chain.
Now hath slowly ebbed away ;
Smiling, bids me trust and pray ;
Trembles at my heart away.
Wrap the world in tender gloom,
Stealing to my lonely room
All the darkness to illume.
Rocketh softly to and fro;
Then sweet accents round me flow,
[Over the River,
He comes not, homeward passing,
With banners rent and torn, Their footsteps tread, his comrades,
Who rank with rank have borne ; A fragment of the thousands
Who went at country's call, To lay upon her altar
Their hopes, their life, their all.
Not Antietam, not Richmond,
Not Fisher's height of flame, Sent back across the wires
That one beloved name, But missing-0 what anguish
That simple word can tell ! To many a heart of sorrow
It brings the parting knell.
They see the loathsome dungeon,
Where heads as dear have lain, They count the hours of fever,
The brow grown hot with pain ; What weary weeks of anguish,
These tender watcher's keep ! Above God only knoweth
What silent tears they weep.
Homeward the ranks are coming,
They reach us day by day,
May he return I pray ;
Has drawn his last faint breath, May some kind comrade bear them
The parting prayer of death!
EVERY man hopes for happiness; and it is this hope that bears him up through all the ill $ of life. Take it away, and to him there is sunlight only in the grave.
MR 8. B.'S PURCHASE.
this ?-a five or a three ? You bring your
book to a pound more than it ought to be. IT T was a dull cold morning, and I felt snap- What a very bad arithmetician you are, Cecy.” pish and irritable. Why should I blush to
I don't reply to this, for which graciousness confess it. If my physical powers are forced to 1 am rewarded with four sovereigns for the succumb to a complication of disorders, how velvet mantle it was impossible to do without, shall my mental ones escape the effects of a
but am positively refused a new dress for Mrs. series of annoyances ? Had they not com- Fitzbrown's party. menced with the opening of my eyes at eight, “ No, no, I was too bad-realy too bad; every when I so reluctantly emerged from my blankets week something new was wanted. He was one hour and ten minutes before the usual time ? quite certain I had plenty of dresses already. Why did I do so ? Because it was the horror Well
, if I had not, better decline the invitation. of sensitive young housekeepers—the day when He didn't want to go; much rather spend the the great wash comes off, when the whole house evening at home, or at his mother's. It was no smells nasty, and everything feels damp and
use shedding tears. No, he was not unfeeling, sticky.
but he could not afford such extravagance. It is a rule in our establishment-all our rules
There !” and there he ended, by walking away are laid down by Mr. B.'s mamma, in whose
in a huff, and leaving me to put the four soverinfallibility his faith is greater than mine—that eigns in my portmonnaie, and think—but no, on these hateful mornings the mistress of the
I will not repeat what I thought, as I sat toasthouse should prepare the breakfast, another de-ing myself in front of the fire, and mending a testable task! It is so nice on a frosty morn
hole in my winter glove, doleful preparations ing to hurry out of bed at the last moment, for unwilling assistance in the laundry departdress in a bustle, and pop down stairs to a
ment. bright blaze and hot coffee. Instead of which
The garden gate creaked on its hinges, I little luxuries I shivered in a shawl for half an thought of my papillotes, and dreaded visitors. hour, watching the stubborn fire which never
A peep through the curtains relieved
it will burn up at my touches if I insert the poker
was only a young man in sailor's attire, with a ever so gently.
large bundle under his arm. Was he some Then behind the coffee-pot comes that Betsey brother or cousin of Betsy's come to hinder her ? with the assurance that what with the skirts, Have people no consideration ? I would anand petticoats, and handkerchers, and the fine swer him myself, and request him to call again things, Mrs. Pumphrey says it's quite impossible at a more convenient season, and opened the for two pair of hands to get through them with hall door quickly to prevent his slipping round
to the exquisite glances of Myrtle Villa and Hon- and inquired, in a strong, Irish accent, if he had ey-suckle cottage, shaking out cold dabs of wet the honor of addressing the lady of the house ? linen with a furious northeaster disfiguring my I assented. Cautiously looking round he innose, and making living pincushions of my formed me in a whisper that he had just come fingers.
home from “ Ingy," and smuggled some beautiMust I be made the sufferer because the ful shawls, which he'd be pleased to show me.
with him to his own country. This excited my miss that. “I was sorry to have detained the curiosity, and I asked what it was.
man, but must decline purchasing." "He was “Why, my ladyship must know he had a quite indifferent. He didn't care about selling cousin who was own maid to one of the young at all, though he wouldn't mind taking off the Queen of Spain's own maids, and the queen odd ten shillings, as I seemed to wish for it. had given her maid a dress which didn't just But he was sure of a customer round the corfit, and the maid of honor had parted with it ner.” to her own maid's own cousin the sailor, because Round the corner! Could he mean that rich he thought it would be a great thing to bring ugly Miss Mogg? I should be ready to bite home for the English ladies to look at, and I myself if I saw her in it! was the first that should see it."
Stay! A bright thought! I had an ugly While delivering this round-about account, he dingy old bracelet Uncle William bad given me, shook out and held up a handsome brocaded so old-fashioned I could not wear it, and hated satin, made up in the latest Parisian fashion, the sight of it. As I said to Mr. B. at the time, and evidently my size. Here was one of Mr. “ if he wanted to make his favorite niece a B.'s ridiculous notions refuted, that short wo present, why not let it be a silver teapot, or a looked preposterous in large patterns. If her necklace that I should not be ashamed to put Most Catholic Majesty wore large patterned on.” The bracelet produced I offered it with dresses, what impropriety could there be in my four sovereigns in exchange for the royal Mrs. Cecilia B. doing the same ? “Wouldn't garment, and after many protestations that he I like to try it on ?” Well, I thought I should, was losing by the bargain, it was concluded. so calling Betsy to keep watch over the spoons, After the first excitement of possession had &c., I ran up stairs and donned the royal robe. subsided, I began to wonder what Mr. B. would
My glances at the toilet glass assured me that say. The colors were very bright—too bright, it was exceedingly becoming, and that it only but I had plenty of black lace, which would wanted taking in round the waist, shortening tone it down beautifully, besides, was I always in the sleeves, and lengthening in the skirt to to confine myself to Quaker costume to please fit me perfectly.
his sober-minded mamma? I decided upon Fancy the sensation I should create at Mrs. taking no notice of looks, and trusting to woman's Fitzbrown's in this! Brocaded satin! And I wit, if any remarks were made on the unusual had never gone beyond cheap silks, through magnificence of my appearance. John's stinginess! I carried it back with a The crimson and purple flowers of my new sigh.
dress danced before my eyes all the rest of the “ If your ladyship’s heart's set upon that," morning, and helped me to recover my equasaid the man, “ I suppose I must let you have it, nimity. Indeed, I was able to meet Mr. B. at though I'd make more by exhibiting it.” the dinner-table as graciously as if he hadn't
From mere curiosity I inquired the price. shamefully misbehaved himself, about my ex.
“ Well, to oblige me, he'd let it go for seven travagance as he called it. pounds ten, and that was next to giving it!” I In the course of the evening, as I sat running shook my head, and resolutely looked away my lace together to form flounces, he looked up from those shining folds, which he was turning from his book, and said:
B. * He had seen and admired them while in my last touches are always interrupted by an your uncle's possession."
angry shout from below, to the effect that Mr. And he had known this for days ! I stamped B. positively will not wait any longer. Am I with vexation. “Why didn't you tell me soon- coming? If not, say so, and he will dismiss er ?" said I.
the fly at once. He looked surprised, and repeated, “ Why He grew cooler as soon as I made my appeardid I not tell you sooner? Because it escaped ance, and said : my memory."
“ Are not you—hum-rather over-rather I was exasperated at his coolness. “It's more dressed than usual this evening, Cecy ?” always the same, Mr. B.,” said I; "anything “ Not that I am aware of,” I answered carethat concerns me is neglected. You use me lessly, and drew on my gloves. scandalously, sir!"
“ I can't recollect seeing you in that dress Mr. B.'s face grew as red as my own. before,” said the tiresome creature walking round
“ If I had dreamed of being abused like this, me. madam," said he, “ I would not have mentioned “ Don't I look very pretty in it, dear?” and it at all. Of what consequence is it, after all ?” I looked at him with a smile.
I took my candle and retired, trying to con- “ Hum-yes,” he answered, kissing the face I sole myself with a hope that when the man dis- raised to his ; "you always look pretty, Cecy, covered the real value of the despised trinket, but" he would bring it back. But he never did. “But, but," I said, “I thought you were in an
It is useless dwelling on my loss. The ap- immense hurry," and ran down stairs, leaving pointed evening for Mrs. Fitzbrown's evening him to follow, and inwardly delighted at escapparty, the party of the season, at length arrived, ing without a lecture on his mamma's elegant and I forgot the troubles of the past. Now all sobriety of costume. St. John's Wood knew that that very good na- We were not late, but already the rooms tured old lady was at this trouble and expense were so crowded it was difficult to make our for the sake of her cousin, Fred Dashington, way to the hostess. I was very happy, for I saw who had married a pretty milliner to the aston- admiring glances cast at my regal attire, and I ishment of our set and horror of his papa. At felt myself every inch a queen as I smiled and first he was discarded, then forgiven, with the chatted with one and another. The slight chill condition that he never presumed to appear in caused by John's disparaging looks had quite his native halls at Circus Road any more ; but worn off, when Mrs. Fitzbrown, with whom I Mrs. Fitzbrown trotted backwards and forwards am a great favorite, sought me out to introduce so perseveringly that her good offices effected a me to the bride and bridegroom. They had total reconciliation, and this important evening retreated to Mrs. Fitzbrown's boudoir, and a was to be the first appearance in public of the few of their most particular friends were assistnow happy family.
ing in the difficult task of keeping Mr. DashSome fortunate creatures doubtless find the ington senior in a good humor. At our entrance, dressing for the evening one of its greatest Mr. and Mrs. Dashington junior quietly slipped pleasures, but that happiness is denied to me.
from the circle and advanced to meet us. As I have scarcely cominenced when Mr. B. puts the old lady eagerly went through the proper his bead in at the door, with “ I'm quite ready, forms, concluding with a hope that we should Cecy; now, don't be very long, there's a good be excellent friends, I bent gracefully, and the girl!” I promised compliance. In five minutes timid bride raised her eyes. With a faint exBetsy appears, “ Master sent me to know how clamation she sank on a chair. The gentleman you are getting on, ma'am.” I send as civil a looked at me, bit his lip, and muttered some inmessage as I can. Another five minutes, and quiry in his lady's ear. She covered her face again a messenger.“ Please'm, master said, I'd with her hands, and he hastily led her from the better tell you it only wants two minutes to room. eight; the fly'll be here directly, and he don't While Mrs. Fitzbrown and I were asking like it kept awaiting." This time I send an an- each other the meaning of the unaccountable swer which secures me a longer respite: but behavior, Mr. Frederic returned to apologize for who can do themselves justice when constantly Mrs. Frederie, who felt indisposed ; Mr. Dashdisturbed at their toilet in this manner ? Then ington senior accepted the apology, and the