Both are recipients of JESUS' love. Then, while we sojourn in this vale of tears, Well may we bear the Cross; nor hopeless mourn, If, past Death's vale, the blissful Crown be ours. Memory, with all her busy train, awakes, And calls in sad review the glowing scenes Of years long past!-years, how diversified With joy and grief, pain-pleasure-weal, and woe! Ye blissful ages, run!-relieve my sightPoint through the vista of past rolling years, And let me catch, of Joy and Misery The shadowy forms! All—all, alas! are fled! In youth, nor want I knew:-in infancy, In childhood, parents' care-fraternal love- By kindly providence prevented. All My Mother and my three loved Sisters-all, A Father, more than loved, revered――adored- Which lights the sombre gloom, and darts a ray Oh, lift the note of praise Yet, human note How vain-how feeble-how inadequate To render equal praise! "Thine be the hymn Of upper day !" And shall we join that lay— That heavenly strain-and hymn the God TRIUNE! Roll on, ye wheels of time! I would not stay I would not linger in this nether sphere. -Health ne'er was mine:-In vain I've wooed the Dame; And life, without her, scarce deserves the name. Then what, of earth, remains for me to prize? Aloft I soar, and claim my native skies. The succeeding poem is the effusion of that dear child, who has already been introduced to the reader. The feelings of a Father would not permit him to withold it from this volume. It can hardly fail to find a response in the breast of every Parent. TO MY FATHER, DISTANT FROM HOME. FATHER! thou art far away, Of loving hearts, who often pray And breathe the wish, that thou may'st roam, Back to thy own mountain home. FATHER! by that home's dear hearth, Joyless sound the tones of mirth; And the tuneful voice of song Floating mournfully along, Minds us of thy absent face, Of thy dreary, vacant place; FATHER! from the land and sea,-. FATHER! yes, to part no more, To the Lamb, who dwells above, IN OUR BEAUTEOUS HOME OF LOVE. Millington, Ct., Jan. 7. LOUISA. CONSOLATORY REFLECTIONS. A FRIENDLY TRIBUTE, INSCRIBED TO MRS. P. E. P..., OF SAVANNAH, GEORGIA; ON THE DEATH OF HER SON.. I have seen his ways, and I will heal him; I will lead him also, and restore comforts to him, and to his mourners. ISAIAH, LVII. 18. ONE placid truth Philosophy may teach :- And heartfelt sympathy our cares divide:— Tell me of sympathy ?-'T is mockery, all, |