FORM 4.

The subject of this notice was a firm and consistent Spiritualist, and took her departure with a full assurance of a glorified immortality beyond the grave. She conversed cheerfully in regard to the approaching change, and expressed a longing to enter upon the happier life. This fact demonstrates the ability of the spirit world to bridge over the dark chasm of death, so that one so young and beautiful would willingly and joyously pass over. She has gone to walk with the angels and to wear the crown so justly won. We will not twine the cypress for such as she, but rather wreathe with richest flowers the memory of her who has passed from the thorny path of life. Let the loved friends left behind be of good cheer, for she has but laid aside her earth-form as a cast-off garment that she may expand into a more perfect state.

On

Death is here, and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere;
All around, within, beneath,
Above, is death-and we are death.

All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves, must fade and perish.
Such is our rude mortal lot;

Love itself would, did they not.

FORM 5.

PASSED TO SPIRIT LIFE.

-the- -day of -(name). She was ready for the change, and met it without fear or a murmur of regret. She left this life in peace, surrounded by her friends of earth, while her angel friends soothed her with their presence and bore her gently away. God and the angels love such as she. Earth has

lost a noble soul, while spirit life has gained a

treasure.

"There comes a time when laughing spring
And golden summer cease to be,

And we put on the autumn robe,
To tread the last declivity;

But on the slope,

With rosy hope.

Beyond the sunset we behold

Another dawn with fairer light,

While watchers whisper through the night;

There comes a time we grow not old.

We laid tenderly away the form we had learned to love, a fair casket of a bright, pure gem, and though full of sorrow and sympathy, we felt that

The blow that from its form of clay
Has wrenched the immortal part away,
Throws back the shining gates that stand
On the fair confines of the land,

In which the disenthralled of earth
Awaken at their second birth.

Yet thrill with more than mortal pain,
The loving heart that lingers here,
And cannot break-oh bleeding hearts
Live on to know you'll meet again.
And spirits unto spirits bear
Sweet tokens of the love they share;
And not the form of clay shall bar

Your vision from those gates ajar.

The dead are like the stars apart from noise,
And all the weary round of their own care;
Their golden lights are fixed in lucent air,
Where undisturbed they have serenest joys.
Their world, like ours, may have its stern employs,
Yet still methinks 't is free from jar and fret,

In all the calm of holy manhood set,

Engirt with truth, and not with earth's alloys.
O, life is dear and sweet, I love it well,
But life that is to be I love the more;

With all my soul I long with thee to dwell,
And tread with noiseless step that sainted shore;
I fain would own that fair, immortal spell,
And be in golden calm forevermore.

And I sit and think when the sunset's gold
Is flushing river and hill and shore,
I shall one day stand by the waters cold,
And list for the sound of the boatman's oar.
I shall catch a gleam of the flapping sail,

I shall hear the boat when it gains the strand,
I shall pass from sight with the boatman pale,
To the better shores of the Summer Land.
I shall know the loved who have gone before,
And joyfully sweet will the meeting be,
When over the river, the beautiful river,
The angel of death shall carry me.

Epitaphs.

Here let her weary body rest,
While her soul dwells among the blest.

Though silent lies the baby-head,
And motionless the little feet,

We scarce can think the spirit fled

Whose presence made our lives so sweet.

From earthly cares, his glad soul's free
To welcome immortality.

Silent the step we used to know,

And hushed the voice that grows so low-
Over his breast the daisies grow.

My heart, look up, and cease thy flow

Of sad and tearful memory;

For in a purer world I know

My loved one lives eternally.

With breaking hearts, within this narrow bed
We laid her form, whose gentle soul had fled;
And in our sorrow prayed God's living hand,
Would lead us to her, in the better land.

Heaven's adorned with another star
Since the angels found the gates ajar.

The stroke of Death is but a kindly frost,
Which cracks the shell, and leaves the kernel room
To germinate.

If duties well performed bring peace, how sweet will be her rest.

Death is but a kind and welcome messenger, who comes with noiseless tread to unlock life's flower-encircled door, and show us those we love.

FOR HUSBAND AND WIFE.

These are two friends whose lives were undivided;
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under this grave; let not their bones be parted,
For their two hearts in life were single hearted.

Since life forever will not last,

Let us improve the passing hours,
Correct the present by the past,

The future may not long be ours.

Why should we fear to tread

The gloomy vale of death?

Why should our minds be filled with dread

When forced to yield our breath?