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WANTED--AN ANGEL FOR HEAVEN.--And so death closed those little eyes--shrouded their bright glances. O, that the sun would not come streaming in on his shrouded form, as if there were no grief in the world!
How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted angel! How lightly curl the glossy rings on his white forehead! You could weep your very soul away, to think those cherub lips will never, never unclose. Vainly you clasp and unclasp that passive darling hand that wandered so often over your cheek. Vainly your anguished glance strives to read the dim story of love in those faded orbs. The voice, sweet as winds blowing through wreathed shells, slumbers forever. And still the busy world knocks at your door, and will let you have no peace. It shouts in your ears ; its chariots rumble by; it smiles broadly in your care-worn face ; it mocks you as you sew the shroud ; it meets you at the coffin, at the grave; and its heavy footsteps tramp up and down in the empty rooms from whence you have borne your dead. But it comes never in the hush of night to wipe away your tears !
Wanted--an angel for heaven! Can you look up? Can you bear the splendor of that sight ? Ten thousand celestial beings, and your own radient child in their midst.
"In his eyes a glory light. On his brow a glory crown."
Wanted--angels for heaven! Cling not too closely to your beautiful treasures, children of earth!
"You have two children," said I.
"I have four," was the reply; "two on earth, two in heaven."
There spoke the mother! Still her's! ' only "gone before!" Still remembered, loved, and cherished by the hearth and at the board ; their places not yet filled, even though their successors draw life from the same faithful breast where their dying heads were pillowed.
"Two in heaven!"
Safely housed from storm and tempest: no sickness there, nor droping head, nor fading eye, nur weary feet! By the green pastures, tended by the Good Shepherd, linger the little lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in heaven!"
Earth less attractive! Eternity nearer! invisible cords drawing the maternal soul upwards. "Still small" voices ever whispering come! to the world, weary spirit.
"Two in heaven!"
Mother of angels walk softly! Holy eyes watch thy footsteps, cherub forms bend to I listen! Keep thy spirit free from earth's taint; so shalt thou "go to them," though "they may not return to thee."
“ I have four, ” was the reply ; “ two on earth, two
in heaven.”
There spoke the mother! Still bers! only “ gone
before” Still remembered, loved and cherished,
by the hearth and at the board ; their places not yet
filled, even though their successors draw life from the
same faithful breast where ‘heir dying heads were
pillowed.
“ Two in heaven !”
Safely housed from storm and tempest ; no sickness
there, nor drooping head, nor fading eye, nor weary
feet. By the green pastures; tended by the Good
Shepherd, linger the little lambs of the heavenly fold.
‘Two in heaven !”
Earth less attractive! Eternity nearer! Invisi-
ble cords, drawing the maternal soul upwards. “Still
small” voices, ever whispering come / to the world,
weary spirit.
‘Two in heaven!”
Mother of angels, walk softly! Holy eyes watch
thy footsteps, cherub forms bend to listen! Keep
thy spirit free from earth taint ; so shalt thou “ go to
them,” though “ they may not return to thee.”—(i
in's
merits have been told. He was the true
father of the American Union. It was
Franklin who suggested the Congress of
A4, and but for his wisdom, and the
eJowe aea
cunmaence that wisdom inspired, it is a
matter of doubt whether thas
Congress
would have taken effect. It was Franklin
who suggested the bond of the Union
which binds these States from Florida to
Maine. Franklin was the greatest diplo-
ei o e ee o e
o
ver spote a wod ton eto
snoke a ward too lales he tase
speak the right word at the right
West Branch papers.
Resolved, That this Convention adjourn
e die. Signed by the officers.
Wanted--An Angel for Heaven.
And so death closed those little eyes
shrouded their bright glances. Oh that
the sun would not come streaming in on
his shrouded form as if there were no grief
in the world!
ringlets on his white forehead. You could
weep your very soul away, to think those
cherub lips will never, never unclose.
Vainly you clasp and unclasp the passive,
iarling hand that wandered so often over
your cheek. Vainly your anguished glance
strives to read the dim story of love
in those faded orbs. The voice, sweet as
winds blowing through wreathed shells,
lumbers forever. And still the busy
world knocks at your door, will let you
have no peace. It shouts in your ear; its
chariots rumble by; it smiles broadly in.
your care-worn face; it mocks you as you
sew the shroud; it meets you at the coffir
t the grave; and its heavy footsteps trar up
up and down in the empty rooms from
whence you have borne your dead. But
it comes never in the hush of night to wipe
away your tears!
Wanted--an angel for heaven? CAr
you look up? Can you bear the sp'and
of the sight? Ten thousand cele
ings, and your own radiant chi hangel i
‘1 have four,’ was the reply ; ‘two on earth,
two in heaven.’
There spoke the mother! Still hers! only
‘gone before!’ Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board ;
their places not yet filled, even though their
successors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were pillowed,
‘Two in heaven! Safely housed from storm
and tempest , no sickness there, nor drooping
head, nor fading eye, nor weary feet. By the
green pastures; tended by the Good Shepherd,
linger the little lambs of the heavenly fold.
‘Two in heaven! Earth less attractive!
Eternity nearer! Invisible cords, drawing the
immortal soul upwards. ‘Still small’ voices,
ever whispering come! to the world-weary
spirit. —
‘Two in heavea! Mother of angels, walk
softly! Holy eyes watch thy footsteps, cherub
forins bend to listen! Keep thy spirit free
from taint; so shalt thou ‘ go to them,’ though
‘they may not return to thee.—[ Olive Branch
"You have two children," said t. ' !5
"I have four," was the reply;"two on ' J
earth, two in heaven." - '
There spoke the taolhcr! Still hers! only
"gone before!" Still remembered, lov t''
mid cherished, by the hearth and at tli
board; there places not yet filled; even though '"
their successors draw life from the samo '
faithful breast wh-;re their dying heads Were1
pillowed. - ' ' ,SiS"
"Two in heaven?" ' : r;.-.t x,l
Safely housed from storm and tempest '
no sickness there; no drooping head, nor fa
ding eye, nor weary feet. j3y the green
pasture, tcnaeu oy tne itooq onepnera, im
ger the litlle lambs of the heayenly fold. "
"Ttvnin hr-iiven!''1 ' ' ' ' .- "
i v
Earth less attractive! ' Eternity rlnan-r!'' 5
.Invisible cords, drawing the maternal soul 'J
upwards. "Still, small" voices, evef whi- '"""
penng, come! to the world-weary spirits:"'--"Two
in heaj-en!" ' ' ' v
Mother of ang'ds! Walk softly! holy eye '
watch thy footsteps! cherub forms bend t
listen! Keep thy spirit free front earth'
taint; so shalt thou "goto them," tho'ttgl"J
"they may not return to thee." Oitvt
Two in Heaven. "You have two cb.il.
dren'1" said I. , - a
"I hnve four," was the reply; "two on earth
ana two in heaven.
Thus Spoke the mother! Still hers!
only 'gone before !' Still remembered, loved
nnd cherished, by the hearth and at-the board:
their places not yet tilled; even tnoii'Mi their
successors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were pillowed.
"Two" fa Heaven !" ' -
Safely housed from storm nnd tempest: no
sickness there, nor drooping head nor fading
eye, nor weury feet By the green pastures,
tended by. the Good . Shepherd, linger the
little lambs of the heavenly fold.. ,
"Two in Heaven !" ' , '
'Earth less attractive! Eternity nearer
Invisible cords, drawing . the maternal . soul
upwards. , 'Still small' voices, ever, whisper.
log 'come, to tho world weary spirit..
"Two in Heaven!" ' '
Mother of angels I Walk softly! hby
eyes watch thy footsteps! cherub forms bend
to listen I Keep thy spirit free from earth
taint; so shalt thou go to them, tho' they may
not return to thee. i anny fern
e befors. Still remembered, loved and che
hed by the hearth and at the board; th
places not yet filled; even though their succes
sors draw life from the same faith
where their dying heads were pillowed.
"Two in heaven!"
Safely housed from storm and tempest;
sickness there; no drooping head, nor
eye, nor weary feet. By the green pastur
tended by the Good Shepherd, linger the
lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in heaven!"
Earth less attractive! Eternity a
Invisible cords, drawing the maternal soul
ward. "Still, small" voices, ever wh
I to the world-weary spirits.
"Two in heaven!"
Mother of angels! Walk softly! holy eyt
watch thy footsteps! cherub forms bend to li
Two IN HEAYEN. "You have two children,"
said I. "I have four," was the reply: "two on
earth, two in heaven."
There spoke the mother! Still hers! only gone
before! Still remembered, loved, and cherish
ed by the hearth and at the board; their places
not yet filled; even though their successors
draw life from the same faithful breast where
their dying heads were pillowed.
"Two in heaven?"
Salely housed from storm and temp
est; no sickness there; no drooping head, nor
fading eye, nor weary feet. By the green pas
tures, tended by the Good Shepherd linger the
little lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in heaven?"
Earth less attractive? Eternity nearer? In
visible cords, drawing the maternal soul up
ward. "Still, small" voices, ever whispering,
come? to the world weary spirits.
"Two in heaven?"
Mother of angels! Walk sostly! holy eyes,
watch thy footsteps! cherub forms bend to- lis
ten! Keep thy spirit free from earth taint; so
shalt thou "go to them," though they may not
return to thee.
sir, a sensible and logical man,
; and strorg upon figures ; calculate the dif
ference between him who in ten years
reaches from zero to thirty thousand, and
i him, who in the same time, falls from over
? a million to zero ! I do not believe I de
ceive or flatter myself in believing the quo
I tient of this sum in proportion will be in
j my favor!"
The frankness of the young clerk who,
at first sight, had a little discomposed the
banker, concluded by winning him over.?
To-day the marriage of the partner in the
firm of X*** with the daughter of the
banker is announced as an irrevocable fact.
W anted?An Angel for Heaven.?And
so death closed those little eyes?shrouded
their bright glances. 0, that the sun would
not come streaming in on his shrouded form,
as if there were no grief in the world!
How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted
angel! Kow lightly curl the glossy rings
on his white forehead! You could weep
your very soul away, to think those cherub
lips will never, never unclose. Vainly you
clasp and unclasp that passive darling hand
that wandered so often over your cheek.
Vainly your anguished glance strives to
read the dim story of love in those faded
orbs. The voice, sweet as winds blowing
through wreathed shells, slumbers forever.
And still the busy worU knocks at your
door, and will let you have no peace. It
shouts in your ears ; its chariots rumble by;
i: smiles broadly in your care-worn face ; it
mocks you as you sew the shroud ; it meets
you at the coffin, at the grave; and its
heavy footsteps tramp up and down in the
empty rooms from whence you have borne
your dead. But it comes never in the hush
of night to wipe away your tears !
Wanted?an angel for heaven! Can you
look up ? Can you bear the splendor of
that sight ? Ten thousand celestial beings,
and your own radient child in their midst.
'?In his eyes a glory light.
On his brow a giory crown."
Wanted?angels for heaven! Cling not
too closely to your beautiful treasures, ck.il
' dren of earth !
"You have two children," said I.
"I have four," was the reply; "two on
earth, two in heaven."
There spoke the mother! Still her's!
' only "gone before !" Still remembered,
loved, and cherished by the hearth and at
the board ; their places not yet filled, even
though their successors draw life from the
same faithful breast where their dyiog
heads were pillowed.
"Two in heaven!"
Safely housed from storm and tempest:
no sickness there, nor droping head, nor
fading eye, nur weary feet! By the green
: pastures, tended by the Good Shepherd,
linger the little lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in heaven !"
Eirth less attractive! Eternity nearer!
invisible cords drawing the maternal soul
upwards. "Still small'' voices ever whis
pering come ! to the world, weary spirit.
\ "Two in heaven !"
Mother of angels walk softly ! Holy eyes
watch thy footsteps, cherub forms bend to
1 listen ! Keep thy spirit free from earth's
taint; so eha.lt thou "go to them," though
! "they may not return to thee.
Wanted, an Anoei. for Hk a vF.pt. And so
deaih closed tlnse little, eves -shrouded iheir
bright glances. O, that Ihe sun would not come
streaming in on his shrouded form, as if there
were no grief in the world !
How sweetly he sleeps ihit lit'le coveted
angel! How lightly curl Ihn glossy rings on
his white forehead ! You could weep your very
soul away, to think those cherub lips will never,
never unclose'. Vainly you clasp and uii-lasp
that passive, darling hand thnt wandered so often
over your cheek Vainly your anguished glance
strives tu read the dim story of love in those faded
orbs. The voice, sweet as winds blowing through
wreathed shells, slumbers fir ever. And still
the busy world knocks at. your door, and will let
you have no peace. It. shouts in your ear ; its
chariots rumble bv; it smiles broad y in your
care-worn lace ; it mocks you ns you sew the
shroud ; it meets you at the coffin, at the grave .
and iis heavy footsteps tramp up and down in Ihe
empty rooms from whence you hnve borne your
dead. But it comes never in the hush of night
to wipe away your tears!
Wanted -an angel for hpaven ! Can you look
up? Can you bear the splendor of that sight?
Ten thousand celestial beings, and your own
rttltent child angel in their midst.
" In his eyes a glory lllht,
On his brow a glory crown."
Wanted angels for heaven ! Cling not loo
clostly to your beautiful treasures, children of
f -th
Waxrep—As Anant ron Hesven.—And so
death closed those little eyes their
bright glances. Oh, that the sum would sot
come streaming in ca bis shroeded form, as it
there were no grief in the world!
How sweetly he sleeps, that lithe coveted
angel! How Myhtly curl the glossy rings en
his white forehead! You coald weep your
very soul away, to think those cherub lips will
never, never unclose. Vainly you clasp end
unc lasp (het paserve, darling bamd, thet wander-
ed so often over your cheek. Vainly your aa.
guiahed glance strives to read the dim story of
lowe in these faded orbs. The volee, sweet as
winds blowing through wreathed shells, shum-
bers jorever. And still the busy world kaocks
at your deor, and will let you have no peace.
It shouts in your ear; its chariots rumble by;
it smiles broadly in your care-worn face; it
mocks you as you sew the shroud; it meets
you at the coffin, at the grave; and ite heavy
footsteps tramp up ead down in the empty
rvoms Wem whence you have borne your dead
But it comes sever in the bush of night to wipe
awey your tears’
Wanted—an ange! for deaven! Can you
look up? Can you bear the splender of that
sight! Ten thousand celestial beings, sad
your own radiant child-angel in their mids
Two iHave. "You have two
children?" said Iee e
I have four," was the reply, "two
in earth and two in heaven."
Thus spoke the mother! Still here!
ly gone before!' Still remembero
ed, loved and cherished, by the
tearth and the board; their places not
et diled, aven though thelaces no
sors draw life from the same faith
ful breast where their dying heads
where pillowed.
"Two in Heaven!"
Safely housed from storm and tem
pest; no sickness there, nor drooping
heads, nor fading eye, nor weary
feet. By the green pastures, tended
by the good Shepherd, linger the lit.
le lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in Heaven!"
Earth less attractive! Eternity
ncarer! Invisible cords, drawing the
maternal soul upwards. Still small
voices, ever whispering come," to the
vorld-weary spirit. e
"Two in Heaven!"
Mother of angels! Walk softly! ho
ly eyes watch thy footsteps! cherubi
forms bend to listen! Keep thy spir
it free from earth taint; so shalt thou
to to them, tho' they may not re
turn to thee.Fanny Feu
Two in HEavEs. "You have two
children?" said I
I have four," was the reply; "two
on earth and two in heaven.
Thus spoke the mother! Still here!
only gone before!" Still remember.
ed, loved and cherished, by the
hearth and the board; their places not
yet filled; even though their succes.
sors draw life from the same faith.
ful breast where their dying heads
where pillowed.
"Two in Heaven!"
Safely housed from storm and teme
pest; no sickness there, nor drooping
heads, nor fading eye, nor weary
feet. By the green pastures, tended
by the good Shepherd, linger the lit
tle lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in Heaven!"
Earth less attractivel Eternity
nearer! Invisible cords, drawing the
maternal soul upwards. Still small
voices, ever whispering 'come," to the
world-weary spirit.
"Two in Heaven!"
Mother of angels! Walk softlyt ho-
ly eyes watch thy footstepst cherub
forms bend to listen! Keep thy spir
it free from earth taint; so shalt thou
go to them, tho' they may not ree
turn to thee.FANNY FeaN
J Aw Angel fob Heaven.—And no
[ death closed those little eyes—shrouded
. their light glances. Oh. th»t the sun
. would not eome streaming in on her
• shrouded form, aa if there were no griet
i in the world I
i How sweetly she sleeps, that litllo
' angel! How lightly cor] the glossy ring*
! on her white forehead 1 You could weep
, your very soul away, to think tboee
. cherub lips will never, never unclose,—
, Vainly you clasp aod unclasp that pas
■ Give, darling hand that wandered so often
r over your oheek. Vainly your anguished
> glance strives to read the dim story or
! >ove in those faded oslw. The voice,
sweet aa winds blowing through wreak
ed shells, slumbers for ever. And still
the busy world knocks at your door, and
’ will let you have no peace. It shouts.
1 in your ear; its chariots rumble by ; it
smiles broadly in your care-worn face r.
it mocks you as you sew the abroad; it
meets you at the coffin, at the grave; and.
its heavy footsteps tramp up and down,
in the empty rooms whence you have
borne the dead. But it comee never in.
the bush of night to wipe away your
tears f
Wanted—an angel for heaven 1 Can.
you look up ? Can you tear the splendor
of that sight ? Ten thousand celestial
beings, and your own radiant child-angek
in their midst:
“ In her eyes a glory light-,
On her brow a glory crown.”
Wanted—angels for heaven 1 Cllng;
not too closely to your beautiful treas
ures, children of earth
osed
I send you the amount of your wages for an-
other year. I hope it will insure your weekly
visits, as I feel quite desolated by your absence.
The ‘ Youth’s Companion,’ that dear friend,
On which my joys so much depend,
Which cheers my sad and lonesome hours,
As earth refreshed with genial showers.
That best solace of all that’s left
Of my sad life, of all bereft,
And must I be of thee deprived,
And left alone to brave the tide?
No; rather let me be deprived
Of everything I have beside,
And poor and hungry let me be,
Rather than be deprived of thee.
Exisua Roserts.
Variety.
WANTED—AN ANGEL FOR HEAVEN.
And so death closed those little eyes—
shrouded their bright glances. O, that the sun
would not come streaming in on his shrouded
form, as if there were no grief in the world!
How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted
angel! How lightly curl the glossy rings on
his white forehead! You could weep your
soul away to think those cherub lips will never,
unclose, Vainly you clasp amd unclasp that
passive. darling hand that wandered so often
over your cheek. Vainly your anguished glance
strives t> read the dim story of love in those
faded urbs. The voice, sweet as winds blow-
ing through wreathed shells, slumbers forever.
And still the busy world knocks at your door,
and will let you have no peace. [t shouts in
your ear; its chariots rumble by; it smiles
broadly on your care-worn face; it mocks you
as you sew the shroud; it meets you at the
coffin, at the grave; and its hasty footsteps
tramp up and down in the empty rooms from
whence you have borne your dead. But it
comes never in the hush of night to wipe your
tears away !
Wanted—an angel for heaven!
look up? Can you bear the splendor of that
sight? Ten thousand celestial beings, and
your own radiant child-angel in their midst.
‘In his eyes a glory light,
On his brow a glory crown.’
Wanted—angels for heaven! Cling not too
closely to your beautiful treasures, children of
earth!
•'You have two children, said I. “I have
four," was the reply: “two on earth and two in
Heaven."
Thus spoke the mother’ Still hers! only
gone before! Mill remembered, loved and
cherished, by the heartix and at the board: their
places not yet til leu: even though their suc
cessors draw life from the faithful breast
where their dying heads were pihowed.
“Two in Heaven !'"
Safely housed from storm and tempest; no
sickness there; no drooping heads, nor fading
eye, r.or weary feet. By the green pasture,
tended by the Hood Shepherd, linger the little
lambs of the heavenly fold.
•• I Wo in Heaven !'
Earth less attractive’ Eternity nearer ’ in
visible cords, drawing the maternal soul up
wards! “Mill, small" voices, ever whispering,
come! to the world-weary spirits.
“Two in Heaven."
Mother of Angels! Walk softly! Holy
eyes watch thy foot step*! cherub forms bend
to listen! Keep thy spirit free from earth's
taint; so shall thou “go.to them,” though they
may not return to thee.--0/n*e Branch
"You have two children," said I. "I have
four," was the reply; "two on earth, two in
heaven."
There spoke the mother. Still hers, only
rone before! Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board:
Invisible cords, drawing the maternal soul
upwards. "Still, small" voices ever whisper
ing, come! to world-weary spirits.
"Two in heaven!"
Mother of angels! walk softly! holy eve
watch thy foot-steps. Cherub forms bend to
listen. Keep thy spirit free from earth taint,
so shalt thou "go to them, though they mav
not return to thee.
Two m Heavaex.—« You have two chil
dren ?’’ said I.
«I have four,”” was the reply, “two on
earth, and two in Heaven.”
Thus spoke the mother! Still fers!—only
gone before!” Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and the board; their
place not yet filled; even though their suoces-
sors draw life from the same faithful breast
where their dying heads were pillowed.
“Two in Heaven!"
Safely housed from storm and tempest; no
sickness there, nor drooping heads, nor fading
eye, nor weary feet. By the green pastures,
tended by the Good Shepherd linger the little
lambs of the Heavenly foid.
** Two in Heaven!"
Earth less attractive! Eternity nearer! In-
visible cords, drawing the maternal soul up-
wards. “Still small voices,” ever whispering
« come,” to the world. weary spirit
** Two in Heaven '””
Mother of angels! Walk soft!y!—holy eyes
watch thy footsteps'—cherub forms bend to
listen! Keep thy spirit free from earth-taint;
so shalt thy soul go to them, though they may
not return to thee.— Fanny Fern
tal height 242 feet.
Another one, in a forest of spruce,
cedar and fir, of about the same size,
measured thirty-nine feet in circumfer
ence. Mr. Coe says : "Gen. John Adair,
of Astoria, informs me that about three
years ago he bought a hundred thousand
shingles, all made from ono cedar tree,
for which he gave fifteen hundred dollars
in gold." The tremendous size of timber
in Oregon appears to be well attested.
The salaries of the various officers within
the gift of the President of the United
States amount to upwards of fifty mil
lions of dollars a-ycar. " ' :
IV QIl I fill All inivnl O IT
And so death closed those little eyes!
shrouded their bright glances. Oh that
lit , w
, . , "uum UUfc uuuie streaming in on
. shrouded form, as if thero were no
i S1 m the orld !
, , ow sctly he sleeps, that little cov-
. " ""w ngnuy curt the glossy
"U6a "ia lorcneaa j louconlri
You could
rPJ1 vcf;.
weep your very soul away, to think those
C,D "P3 w.m ncver, unclose. Vainly
ln ?lasP a? unclasP that Psive, dar-
llu hand' tuafc 71andercd 50 often over
Jour 4cbe(- ainly your anguished glan.
' Jf3 at"v J rod 'J?.1"1 s'oryof love in
. those ladod orbs. lhe voice, sweet
winas blowing through wreathed shells
slumbers forever. And still the busy
world knocks at your door, and will let
you have no peace. It shouts in your ear
its chariots rumble by; it sniilC3 broadly
in your care worn face; it mocks you as
you sew the shroud ; it meets you at the
coffin, at the grave ; and its heavy foot
stops trcmp up and down in the empty
i rooms from whence they have borne your
, dead. But comes never in tho IuiqIi f
nigi,t to wipe away your tears
; Wanted-au angel from he:
, , "i." 7 v,an
lok- ?PT, . Ca " Jcar the splendor
' . that S1fllt 1 len thousand celestial
DelnS and 3,our owu radiant child-angel
in their Ulldst.
"In his eyes a "lorv light'
On his Drow a glory crown."
Wanted angels for heaven 1 Cling
not too closely to your beautiful treasures?
children of earth
WASTED?AN ANSEL FOE HEAVEN.
And so death closed those little eyes?shroud
ed their bright glances. Oh, that the sun would
not come streaming in on his shrouded form,
as if there was no grief in the world.
How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted
angel! llow lightly curl the glossy ringlets on
his white forehead! You could weep your very
soul away to think those cherub lips will never,
never unclose. Vainly you clasp aud uncliisp
that passive, darling hand, that wandered so
often over your cheek. Vainly your anguish
ed glance strives to read the dim story of love
in those faded orbs. The voice, sweet as winds
j blowing through wreathed shells, slumbers for
ever. And still the busy world knocks at your
I door, and will let you have uo peace. It shouts
j in your ear; its chariots rumble by; it smiles
I broadly in your care-worn face; it mocks you
I as you sew the shroud; it meets you at the
i coliiu, at the grave; and its heavy footsteps
? tramp up and down in the empty rooms from
i whence you have borne your dead. But it
i comes never in the hush of night to wipe away
j your tears!
Wanted?an angel for Heaven! Can you
j look up ? Can you bear the splendor of that
j sight 2 Ten thousand celestial beings, and
I your own radiant child-angel in their midst,
"In his eyes a glory light,
On his brow a glory crown"
"Wanted?angels for Heaven 1 Cling not too
closely to your beautiful treasures, children of
earth
rn
vindicator of the people’s right—the rebel
triumphant, the soldier olive-crowned, the
patriot with clean and empty hands. Such
is the far-reaching depth, the eternal vitality
of one great, heroic life, sending us shoots
abroad into all lands, and lacing together
continents and nations in bonds of unseen
hut indestructible sympathy—such the far
sounding weight of one mighty purpose glo
riously accomplished, which, amid treacher
ous straits of defeat and despair, off perilous
shores of rock seated power, nnchors safe
against leagued tempests, the great hope of
the world.— Gracf: Greenwood.
Wanted—An Angel for Heaven-—And
so death closed those little eyes—shrouded
their bright glances. Oh, that the sun would
not come streaming in on his shrouded form,
as if there was no grief in the world.
How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted
angel!’ How lightly curl the glossy ringlets
on his white lyreliead! You'couhl weep
your very soul away to think those cherub
lips will never, never unclose. Vainly your
anguished glance strives to lead the dim
story of love in those faded orbs. The voice,
sweet as winds blowing through wrcaihed
shells, slumbers for ever. And still the busy
world knocks at your door, and will let you
linve no peace. It shouts in your ear; its
chariots rumble by ; it smiles broadly in your
care-worn lace; it mocks you as you sew
the shroud ; it meets you ai tlie coffin, at the
grave ; and its heavy footsteps tramp up and
down in the empty rooms from whence you
have borne your dead. But it comes never
in the hush of night to wipe away your tears !
Wanted—an angel for heaven ! Can you
look up? Gan you bear the splendor of that
sigh? Ten thousand celestial Icings, and
your own radiant child-angel in their midst,
“ In his eyes a glory light,
On his brow a glory crown.”
Warned—angels for heaven ! Cling not
too closely to your beautiful treasures, chil
dren of earth !
overnor, did not
represent the whole State, and our friends are very
confident that Andrew Johnson will be chosen.
S. P. Allison is the Democratic nominee for Con
gress in the 8th district.
The city of Mobile haa subscribed $1 000,000 to
don't you think that, if I paid you extra, you could
put the pickpocket and the alderman into one room,
and give me the other V
"Oh, no, sir, we've tried that; the pickpocket
wouldn't go such company as that.'1
" Well, I don't see any alternative. Send up my
baggage, and put me in with the pickpocket " And
the traveller walked off in search of the bar-room.
Wanted An Angel for Heaven. And so
death closed those little eyes shrouded their bright
glances. Oh, that the sun would not come stream
ing in on his shrouded form, as if there was no
grief in the world.
How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted angel !
How lightly curl the glossy ringlets on his white
forehead ! You could weep your very soul away to
think tho?c cherub lips will never, never unclose.
Vainly you clasp and unclasp that passive, darling
hand, that wandered so often over vour cheek.
Vainly your anguished glance strives to read the
uim siory or love in inose laueu crus. ine voice,
sweet as winds,, blowing through wreathed shells,
slumbers forever. And still the busy world knocks
at your door, and will let you have no peace. It
shouts in your car; its chariots rumble by; it
smiles broadly in your care-worn face; it mocks
you as you sew the shroud; it meets you at the
coffin, at the grave; and its heavy footsteps tramp
up and down iu the empty rooms from whence you
have borne your dead. But it comes never in the
hush to wipe away your tears!
Wanted, an angel for heaven ! Can you look upl
Can yuu bear the splendor of that sight? Ten thou
sand celestial beings, and your own radiant child
angel in their midst,
" In his eyes a glory light,
On liis brow a glory crown."
Wanted angels for heaven! Cling not too close
ly to your beautiful treasures, children of earth
We were shown to-day a beautifully exe
cuted Ten Dollar Note of the City Bank of
Two in HeaveN. "You have two children,"
aid I.
"I have four," was the reply; "two on earth,
two in heaven."
There spoke the mother! Still here! only
New Haven, Conn, pronounced by the cherished by the hearth and at the board; their
tellers at Page a Bacon's to be counter places not yet filled; and even though their
feit, and better calculated to pass without successoors draw life from the same faith
detection than any which have yet appeara be er their din eas we i
ed. The signatures are an exceedingly oe o
close imitation of the genine the engra e i e
ving a little darker, and not quite as finely a ose o soran tepes e
executed as in the gennine-paper a little sickness there; no drooping head, nor fading
the oel e tan eyes, nor weary feet. By the green pastures,
courser, and the general appearance of the tended by the Good Shepherd, linger the little
whole not quite as clean and transparent lambs of the heavealy fold.
as that of the genine. We adise the in in ee
experienced to refuse all notes of this plate a e aa i e
until familiar with the points of difference visible cords, drawing the maternal soul upward.
between the good and bad. The fact that "Still, small voices," ever whispering, "come!"
a number of these have been rejected at to the world-weary spirits.
the above named hotise this morning, lead in ee
us to mistrust that many may soon be afloat, Mother of angel walk softly holy eyes
unless great precaution be used. The coun watch thy footstepl cherub forms bend to
ee an e e toeo en e e e e o a ao
terfeit can readily be told on comparisonthalt thougo to them," though "they may no
WANTeD-AS AAGel sor SeaveN.
And so death closed those little eyes
hrouded their bright glances. Oh, that
the sun would not come streaming in on
his shrouded form, as if there was no grief
in the world.
How swectly he sleeps, that little covet
ed angel! How lightly curl the glossy
ningiets on his white forehead! You could
weep your very soul away to think those
cherub lips will never, never unclose.
Vainly you clasp and unclasp that passive,
larling hand, that wandered so often over
your cheek, Vainly your anguished glance
strives to read the dim story of love in those
faded orbs. The voice, sweet as wind
blowing through wreathed shells, slumben
for ever. And still the busy world knocks
at your door, and will let you have no
seace. It shouts in your ear; its chariots
rumtble by; it smiles broadly in your care
worn face; it mocks you as you sew the
shroud; it meets you at the coffin--at the
grave; and its heavy footsteps tramp up
and down in the empty rooms from whence
you have borne your dead. But it comes
never in the hush of night to wipe away
your tears!
Wanted--an angel for heaven! Can you
look up? Can you hear the splendor of that
sight Ten thousand celestial beings, and
your ow n radiant child-angel in their midst.
in 'is eyes a glory light,
n his trow s giors crow a.
anted--angels for heaven! Cling
e eee e ee oe
a closcly to your beautiful treasures, chil-
too
dren of earth
porter of the husband under misfortunes, There spoke the mother! Still hers! only'
abiding with unshrinking firmness the bit- gone before li Still remembered, loved, and'
terest blast of adversity. As the vine which cherished by the dearth and .at the Board; "
long twined its - graceful foliage, about the their places "not yet filled; even though their
Invisible cords, drawing ..the- maternal bu .
upward.' ; "Still, small" voices, ever whisp-'
ering come? to the.world-wer.ry,.' spirits.'-" ;
' ,Two in .heaven" ' '. , - . - V
"MotherTof ingels! 'Walk 'softly! l.cly '
eyes watch they footsteps!, cherub .ann a
bend to listen! Keep thy spirit free fieri t
earth taint; so shalt thon "go t?i t1 m,'.'
though they may not "return to thee,
' irre- death closed those little eyes—shroud- The Restorer is easily applied, c
. ed their bright glances. Oh, that the sun would finest linen. Its effect is sure in e
” , not come streaming in on his w.astcd form, as if according to the directions,
there were no grief in the world ! ' , The.Restorer used ■with the Xyl
I this tt Ai I 1 Ai ^ • v,ii cleanses the hair, but inclines it to
lucate How sweetly he sleeps, that precious little an- glossy and natural appearance,
could ■ How lightly curl the flaxen locks on his When applying this prcp-cration,
, , white forehead ! You could weep your very Xylobals.-.mum can bo used with
i! fu! ^onl away to think those cherub lips will never, ‘I® *®
d Uld cherished, by the hearth and the
ir successors draw life freni the same
fill breast where their dying heads were
piUomdt
Two in Heaven! "
Safely housed from the storm and the
icrapesi) no tidiness mere, no drooping
!s. not Honing eyes nor weary feet. By
-rmi pastures, tended by the Good
herd, linger the little Iambi of the
Heavenly fold.
'Two in Heaver.'."
Earth less nttracti
Eternity nearer!
isible cords, drawing Vie maternal soul
arcl . "Sti1! small voi"' s" aver whls
lg, ' come," to the world weary spirit.
in lieavenl"
jt.M-ther of angels." Walk softly! llo
Rcyes watch their Footsteps! Cherub
us Leii'i to listen! Keep Ihy spirit free
era jjprAi tuinljso shall thy soul go to them,
Qgli they may not return to thee
“You have two children?”
“I have four,” was the reply; “two on
earth and two in Heaven.” ,
Thus epoke the mother. Still hers!—
only “gone before!” Still remembered,
loved and cherished, by the hearth and the
board; their place not yet filled; even I
though their successors draw life from the '
same faithful breast where their dying heads
were pillowed.
“Two in Heaven!”
Safely housed from the storm and the
tempest; no sickness there, nor fading eyes,
no rweary feet. By the green pastures,
tended by the Good Shepherd, linger the
little lambs of the Heavenly fold.
“Two in Heaven !”
Earth less attractive'. Eternity nearer .
Invisible cords, drawing the maternal soul i
upwards. Still small voices, ever whisper- j
ing “come," to the world-weary spirit.
“Two in Heaven!”
“Mother of angels.” Walk softly
Holy eyes watch your footsteps'. Cherub
forms bend to listen! Keep thy spirit free
from earthly taint; so sbalt thy soul go to
them, though the
Two in Heavbst.—"You have two
children 1" said 1. "I have four," was
the reply—''two on earth and two in
Heaven." Thus spoke the mother.—
Still hers! only "gone before." Still
remembered, loved and cherished, by
the hearth and the board their place
not yet filled—even though their suc
cessors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were
pillowed. "Two in Heaven!"
r that " soothing balm of consol
ation wliicli can make the dying die in peace.
While on the bed of pain she lay,
Her every whisper seemed to say :
God take thy Lizzy to thy care,
To be with Thee and Pa, is now my only prayer.
When death's cold hand had siezed ite prey,
Her placid countenance seemed to say :
I see my Pa in yonder realm, ,
The abode of God—farewell ! I'm now in Heaven.
The abode of God—farewell ! I'm now in Heaven.
Dira», at " Waterproof Plantation," in this parish, on the
26th of October, 1853, GEORGE J. If. HUNTER, son of Wm
and Octavia E. Hunter, aged 8 months and 22 days.
And so death closed those little eyes—shrouded their
bright glances. How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted
angel! How lightly curl the glossy ringlets on his white
forehead ! You could weep your very soul away to think
those cherub lips will never, never unclose. Vainly you
clasp and unclasp that passive, darling hand, that wandered
so often over your cheek. Vainly your anguished glance
strives to read the dim story of love in those faded orbs.
The voice, sweet as winds blowing through wreathed shells,
slumbers for ever. And still the busfcworld knocks at your
door, and will let you havj no peace. It shouts in your ear.
.to chariots rumble by ; it smiles broadly in your care-worn
face ; it mocks you as you sew the shrowd ; it meet« you at
the coffin, at the grave ; and its heavy footsteps tramp up
and down, in the empty rooms from whence you have borne
your dead. But it comes never in tlie hush of night to wipe
away your tears !
Wanted—angel for heaven! Can you look up ? Can you
bear the splendor of that sight? Ten thousand celestial
beings and your own radiant child-angel in their midst.
" In his eyes a glory light,
On his brow a glory crown."
Wanted—angel tor heaven ! Cling not too closely to your
beautiful treasures, children of earth !
IN HEATEH. " You have two children ?"
said I. " I have four," was the reply ;
" taa-o on earth, two in heaven." There
spoke the mother ! Still hers, only "
gone before !" Still remembered, loved,
and cherished, by the hearth and at the
board j-their places not yet filled ;
even though their successors draav lifo
from the same faitliful breast where
their dying heads were pillowed. " Two
in heaven !" Safely housed from storm
nnd tempest. No sick-ness there, nor
drooping head, nor fading eye, nor weary
feet. By the green pastures, tended by
the good Shepherd, linger the little
lambs of the heavenly fold. " Tavo in
heaven !" Earth less attractive.
Eternity nearer. Invisible cords drawing
{he maternal soul up avards. " Still
small" voices ever whispering, Come ! to
the world weary spirit. " Tavo in heaven
!" Mother of angels ! Walk softly !-holy
eyes watch thy footsteps ¡-cherub forms
bend to listen ! Keep thy spirit free
from earth-taint ; so shalt thou " go to
them," though " they may not return t
HEAVEN^" Yóti linvc.two,children?"
.enid'I.' ''"rimvo'foiir" ' was "tho
reply ; "two in earth, two in heaven."
There spoke tho' motlier! ' stiU'.hers.
only "gone- before !" still remembered,
loved', cherished,'by tho hearth and at
tho bonni ; their placcs'"nbt: yet
filled'; oven thoiigh their successors
draw life from tho same faithful breast
where their dying heads wera pillowed.
"Two' in heaven'!"-safely housed from
storm and tointest-no;sickness' thoro,
nor drooping head, nor fadihg eye, nor
weary feet. By tho green pas-tures,
tended hy - tho good shepherd, linger
tho' líttlo lambs of the heavenly fold.
" Two in heaven !" Earth less
nttraotivc-í-eternity.nearer -invisible
chords drawing tho maternal soul up-
wards. Still small " voices ever
whispering, i como I to tho world- weary
spirit. " Two in heaven!" Mother of
Angels! Walk stiftly 1 holy oyes watch
thy footsteps I cherub forms bend to
listan.; .keep thy spirit freo
from,earth-taint ;. so shalt thou " go
to them " tbórigli' .'' they'may.
t'-nonreturn-to theo."' .' '
Madame Ra---having engaged for herself
alone thirty for the 20th of the month
twelve flaxen haired, twelve with black hair,
and six bald headed gentlemen.
The bald headed ones cost twenty-five
frances a head. Incy are taugnrw tgard
air, and are expected to present young mag
istrates, lawyers, and young men of promise
worn out by midnight toil. There is a fine
looking old soldier, who has been decorated
with the ribbon of the "Legion of Honor,"
who will not furnish himself for less than
thirty franes, who, besides, requires a sec
ond pair of gloses of his hostess at two
o'clock in the morning.
WANTED.AN ANGEL FOR HEAvEN.And
so death closed those little eyes--shrouded
their bright glances. O, that sun would not
come streaming in on that shrouded form, as
if there were no grief in the world.
How sweet he sleeps--that little coveted
angel! How lightly curl the glossy rings
on his forehead! You could weep your
very soul away, to think those cherub lips
will never, never unclose. Vainly you clasp
and unclasp that passive, darling hand that
has wandered so often over your cheek.
Vainly your anguished glance strives to
reap the dim story of love in those faded
orbs. The voice, sweet as winds blowing
wreathed shells, slumbers forver. And still
the busy world knocks at your door,
and will let you have no peace. It shouts
in your ear; its chariots rumble by; it smiles
broadly in your careworn face; it mocks
you as you sew the shroud; It meets
you at the coffin, at the grave, and its heavy
footsteps tramp up and down in the empty
rooms from whence you have borne your
dead. But it comes never in the hush of
night, so wipe away your tears!
Wanted--an angel for Heaven! Can you
look up? Can you bear the splendor of that
sight? Ten thousand celestial beings, and
your own radient child in their midst.
Wanted--angels for Heaven! Cling not
too closely to your beautiful treasures, chil
dren of earth
gentle- '
man so unmercifully, and still live to laugh '
and grow fat afterward, is a great proof of |
the advancing philosophy of cur times. A
Roman tailor incapable of collecting his I
. debts would, bcathen-like. have fallen upon
his sword or bung himself. Why do you
: not do likewise.
«»***#
I’. S.—My humanity suggests this advice
to you. Don't go to any law cxjiCDses, a
your letter found me dead broke. 1 was
just making up my list to go into bankrupt
cy. and, by an old coincidence, was j ist
thinking of you, and that you would never
be paid, when your letter airived.
I. A. M. SHORT.
e—
Wanted—An Angel for Heaven.—
And so Death closed those little < yes—
shrouded their bright glances. Oh! that
th..' sun would nut come streaming in ou that
shrouded form, as if there were no grief in
the world.
How sweetly he sleeps, tint little coveted
angel! How lightly curl the glossy ring
lets on his white forehead ! \uu could weep ■
your very soul away to think those cherub
lips will never, never unclose. Vainly’ you
clasp and unclasp that passive,'darling hand i
that lias wandered so often over your cheek.
X'ainly your anguished glance strives to i
read the dim story of love in those faded
orbs. The voice, sweet as winds blowing i
through wreathed shells, slumbers forever. ,
Ar.d still the busy world knocks at your
door, and will let you have no peace. It
shouts in your ear ; its chariots rumble by ;
it smiles broadly iu your care worn face ; it
mocks you at the coffin, at the grave, and
its heavy footsteps tramp up and down in
the empty rooms from whence you have
borne your dead. But it comes never in
the hush of night, so wipe away your tears !
Wanted—an angel for Heaven! Can
you look up? Can yon bear the splendor
of that sight ? Ten thousand celestial be
ings, and your own radiant child in their
midst.
Wanted—angels for Heaven ! Cling not
too closely to your beautiful treasures, chil
: dren of earth
Tuai shrouded form aa if there were' no
grief in the world, ' " "''' "J".
j IIow. sweetly.. ho, sleeps -thai; .little,
coveted angel 1- Ilow.Jightly curl the
glossy rings oa his wbito forehead 1 You.
could weep your -very soul j.awayj to
think those cherub lips will never, nev
er unclose. ' Vainly you clasp and un
clasp J that ."passive, .darling hand. that.
TWO IN HEAVE.'
. '.'You have two children',!' said I. .,. ..
"I have four," was the reply, "Two on
earth, two in heaven." , :; f.:i .,v.;,v
Thus spoke the mother! ' Still her's! on
ly "gone before!" Still retne'mberea', loved
and cherished, by the hearth and the board;
their places not yet filled; even though their
successors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were pillow
ed."Two in heaven!" ' !.....-,.
Safely housed from storm and tempest;
no sickness there;.hor drooping head,' nor
fading eye, nor weary feet. ' By the green
pastures; tended by the Good Shepherd, lin
ger the little lambs of the heaVenly fold. . ,
"Tw6 in heaven!" '
Earth is less attractive! Eternity nearer!
Invisible cords drawing the' maternal. soul
upwards. "Still small" voices, ever whis
pering come!, to the world-weary spirit. ' "'
"Two in heaven!".- : .-...... .
Mother of angels! Walk softly! holy
eyes watch thy footsteps! cherub forms bend
to listen! '. Keep thy spirit free from earth's
taint; so shalt thou " go to them;,,; though,
"they may not return to thee. Fann
your preaching I first became
convinced of sin, and it was your voice that
brought me the words of salvation. You
will remain in my bouse. X have a pious
servant to attend you. . It is time you were
at peace, and your excellent lady relieved
of her heavy burden."
Ihe crippled preacher fell prostrate on
the floor, and poured out such thanksgiv
ing and prayer as found way to tbe heart
of Mrs. W , who ultimately became
a meek and pious woman a fit helpmate
for a devout Gospel minister. And, strange
to say, she dates ber conversion from the
day of that comical, but not unprofitable,
dinnerparty.
Wanted—an Angel for Heaven.
And so death closed those little eyes
shrouded their bright glances. Ob, that
the sun would not come streaming in on
that shrouded form, as if there were no
grief in tbe world.
How sweetly be sleeps tbat little cov
eted angel! How lightly curl the glossy
rings on his white forehead! You could
weep vour very soul away, to think those
cherub lips will never, never unclose.
Vainly you clasp that passire darling, dari
ng band lhat bas wandered 60 otten over
your cheek. Vainly your anguished glance
strives to reap the dim story of love in those
faded orbs. The voice sweet as winds blow
ing through wreathed shells, slumbers for
ever. And still the busy world knocks at
your door, and will let you have no peace.
It shouts in your ear; its chariots rumble
by ; it smiles broadly in your care-worn
face; ii mocks you as you sew tbe shroud;
it meets you at the coffin, at the grave and
its heavy footsteps tramp up and down in
tbe empty rooms from whence you have
borne your dead. But it never comes in
tbe hush of night, so wipe away your tears.
Wanted an angel for Heaven! Can
you look up ? Can you bear the splendor
of that sight? Ten thoup.J celestial beings.
and your own radiant child in their midst
Wanted angels for Heaven! Cling
not too closely to your beautiful treasures,
children of earth!
WaNEEN--In ANgEL fOR HEArEN.And
so Death closed those little eyes--shrouded
their bright glances. Oh! that the sue
would not come streaming in on that
shrouded form, as if there were no griof in
the world
Hnw sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted
angel! How lightly eud the glossy ring
lets on his white forehead! You could
weep your very soul away to think those
cherub lips will never, never unclose
Vainly you clasp and unclasp that
ling hand that has wandered so often
over your cheek. Vainly your anguished
strive to read the dim story of
love in those faded orhs. The voice, sweet
as winds blowing through wreathed shells,
slumbers for ever. And still the busy
world knncks at your dour, and will let you
have no peace. It shouts in your ear; its
chariots rumble by; it smiles broadly in your
care-worn face; it mocks you at the cofsin,
at the grave, and its heavy foot-steps
tramp up and down in empty rooma from
whence you have borne your dead. But
it comes never in the hush of night, so
wipe away your tears!
Wanted-an angel for Heaven! Can
you look up? Can you bear the splendor
of that sight? Ten thousand celestial be
ings, and your own radiant child in their
midst.
Wanted angels for Heaven! Cling
not too closely to your beautiful treasuree,
chibtren of Earth
" You have two children," said I.
" I have four," was the reply. "Two
on earth, two in heaven."
Thus spoke the mother ! Still her's !
only " gone before !" Still remembered,
loved and cherished, by the hearth and
at the board : their places not yet filled;
even though their successors draw life
o
from the same faithful breast where their
dying heads were billowed!
". Jwo in heaven !"
Safely housed from storm and tempest;
no sickness there ; drooping heads, nor
fading eye, nor weary feet. By tho
green pastures : tended by the "Good
Shepherd, linger the little lambs of the
heavenly fold.
" Two in heaven !"
Earth is less attractive ! Eternity
nearer ! invisible cords drawing the ma
ternal soul upwards. " Still small"
voices, ever whispering come I to the
world-weary spirit.
" Two in heaven !"
Mother of angels ! Walk softly 1 holy
eyes watch thy footsteps ! cherub formj
bend lo listen ! Keep thy spirit free front
earth's tint ; so shall thou "go to them,"
though they may not return to thee.
, There spoke ;the mother! Still ber’s! only
‘gone before!’ Still remembered, luved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board;
their places not yet filled; eve though their
successors draw life from the same taithf@
breast where their dying heads were pil.
lowed.
**] wo in heaven!”
Safely housed from storm and tempest; ‘nb
sickness there; nor drooping head; nor fa
eye, por weary feet. By the _—— pastares;
tended by the Good Shepherd, linger the sitthe
lambs of the heavenly fold. '
Two in heaven!”
Earth is less attractive!’ Eternity nearer!
Invisible cords drawing the maternal soul gp.
wards, ‘+Still small’? voices, ever whispering
come! to the world weary-spirit.
‘¢Two in heaven!”’
Mother of angele!’ Walk softly! holy eye
watch thy footsteps! cherub forms bend to
listen! Keep thy spirit free from earth’s taint,
so shalt thou “‘go to them,’ though “they
msy not return to thee.”’
Emperor Napo
leon ns the "Imperial Gambler, of France,
who had won his throne with dice made from
the bonus of the Great Napoleon."
(Vr Lnst week nearly fourteen millionsi of
v T . p'
!
CB-r An opinion signed by Rufua ChoaU,
bliss werwin, money uaruevi ana unas. .
wring, touching some poims oi me quo
ww, ana pronouncing them irregular "
unconstitutional, lias neen lurnisnea to tne
wine merchants of Boston.
The girl who Is destined to be thy wife,
although now unknown to thee, Is sure tn be
living somewhera or other. Hope,therefnre,
tnni sne is quit wen, anq otherwise think
politely about her
Wanted An Angel for Heaven. And so
Denth closed those little eves shrouded
their bright glances. Oh thnt the aun would
hot come streaming In upon thnt shrouded
form, r.e If there were do grief In the world.
How sweetly he sleeps, thnt little coveted
tingell - How lightly curl the glossy ringlets
on his White forehead! You oould ,weep
ydUr very soul nwny to think those cherub
Hps Will never, never unlose. Vainly you
clasp and unclasp that passive, darling hand
that has wandered so often over your cheek,
Vainly yoitr anguished glance strives to rend
the dim story of love In those faded orbs.
The voicei sweet as winds blowing through
wreathed shells) slumbers forever. And still
the busy world knocks at your door, and will
let you have no pence. It shouts in your
ears, its chariots rumble by; it smiles broadly
in your careworn face; it mocks yon at the
coffin, at the grave, nnd its heavy footsteps
tramp up and down in the empty room from
whence you have home your dead. But it
comes never In the hush ol night, to wipe
away your tears!
Wanted an nngel for Hcnvcn! Can you
look upT Can you bear the splendor of thnt
sight Ten thousand celestial beings, nnd
your own radiant child in their midst.
Wanted angels for Heaven! Cling nut too
closely to your beautiful treasures, children
of Earth
me that, gieat as were his intellectual j only "gone before!” Still remembered,
powers, when the subject of religion was! loved and sherished, by the hearth and
presented to him, he was ever ready tolat the board; their places not yet filled;
respond toil; and was humble, teachable even though their successors draw life
and loving as a little child. from the same faithful breast where their
for eye, and heart for heart, telegraphed
backwards and forwards like ’iled ligh!-
1 ning . — Sam Slick.
Safely housed from storm and tempest,
no sickness there, nor drooping head, nor
fading eye, nor weary feet. By the green
...» . . I -i — pastures, tended by the Good Shepherd,
ling serpent in the garden of Laen, an jjjg face? Nothintj less than that j^^®^* The bargain being made, and thel^g Eastern travels, and as 1 rose to linger the little lambs of th® heavenly
Mother of angels! Walk softly! holy j hardly give Mr. Morehead credit for a
eves watch thy feotsteps! cherub forms' great deal of sincerity, when they know
bend to listen! Keep thy spirit free from
earth’s taint; so shall thou "go to them,”
though “they may not return to thee.
Wanted?An Angel in Heaven.
And so dcatli closed those little eyes?shrouded
their bright glances. Oh, that the sun would
not come streaming in upon his shrouded form
as if there were no grief in the world!
Ffnvv Rwrvtlv hp 1 hat. liltlo coveted an
gel! How lightly curl those glossy ringlets on
his white forehead. You could weep your very
soul away, to think those cherub lips will never
never unclose. Vainly you clasp and unclasp
the passive, darling hand, that wandered often
over your cheek. Vainly your anguish glance
tries to read the dim story of love in those shaded
orbs. The voice sweet as winds blowing
through wreathed shells slumbers forever. And
still the busy world knocks at your door, and
will let you have no peace. It shouts in your
ear; its chariots rumble by ; it mocks you as
you sew the shroud; it meets you at the
church, at the grave ; and its heavy footsteps
tramp up and down in the empty rooms, from
whence you have borne your dead. Eut it
comes never in the husk of night to wipe awav
I ....... t
r vi?i uuio
Wanted?an Angel of Heaven ! Can you
lookup? Can you bear tho splendor of the
sight? Ten thousand celestial beings, and your
own radiant child in their midst.
" In liia eyes a glorious light,
On liia head a glory crown."
Wanted?angels for Heaven ! Cling not too
closely to your beautiful treasures, children of
earth.? Fanny Fkrn, in Olive Branch
Wanted- In Angel ef Heaven.
And so death closed those little eyes--shrouded
their bright glances. Oh! that the sun would not
come streaming in upon his shrouded form, as if
there were no grief in the world!
How sweetly he sleeps, that little covered angel!
How lightly curl those glossy ringlets on his white
forchead. You could weep your soul away, to
think those cherub lips will never, never unclose.
Vainly you clasp and unclasp the passive, darling
hand that wandered often over your cheek. Vain
ly your anguish glance tries to read the dim story
of love in those shaded orbs. The voice, sweet as
winds blowing through wreathed shells, slumber for
ever. And still the busy world knocks, at your
door, and will let you have no peace. It shouts
in your ear; its chariots rumble by; it smiles in
your care-worn face; it mocks you as you sew the
shroud, it meets you at the church, at the grave;
and its heavy footsteps tramp up and down in the
empty rooms, from whence you have borne your
dead. But it comes never in the hush of night to
wipe away your tears!
Wanted--an Angel of Heaven! Can you look
up? Ten thousand celestial beings, and your owa
radiant child in their midst.
"In his eyes a glorious light,
On his head a glory crown.
Wanted. Angels for heaven! Cling not too
closely to your beautiful treasures, children of
earth.Olive Branch
" You have two children," said I.
"1 have. four," wo s tliu reply, *" Two on
earth, ? two in heaven."
Thorn spoke tho mother! Still Iter's, only
"pone before !" S;ill remembered, loved
oiid cherished, by tho hearth and at I ho
bowrd j their places it I jet filled : even Ihu
thoir snecessors draw lift? from tho same
faithful breast where their dying heads were
pillowed.
u Two in heaven !"
Knrlh it? Ibhs fcUraetivo ! Ulernity nearer!
Invisible cordti drawing the maternal soul
upwards. "Still small'' voiCeft, ever whis
pering COM v:! to the world-weary spirit.
" Two in henVen
Mother of otitis! Walk softly! holy
nyvi watch thy footsteps! Cherub form.!
bend to listen! K^ep thy spirit Iron from
earth's taint ; so shall tlum ?? go to them,"
though " they may not return to thee.
Earth and Heaven.
'Ycu have two children,' said I.
'I have four.' was tho reply. 'Two on
earth, two in heaven.'
There spoke the mother! Still hers! only
'gone before!' Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board;
their places not yet filled; even though their
successors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were pillow
ed. .
'Twoin heaven!'
Safely housed from storm and tempest;
no sickness there; nor drooping head, nor
fading eye, nor weary feet. By the green
pastures, tended by tbeGood Shepherd, lin
ger the little Iambs of the heavenly fold, r
'Two in heaven!'
Earth is less attractive! Eternity neaicr!
Invisible cords drawing the maternal soul
upwards. 'Still small voices, ever whispei-
iug Com to the world-weary spirit.
'Two in heavenl
Mother of angels! Walk snftly. holy
eyes watch the footsteps! cherub forms bend
to listen! - Keep thy spirit free from earth's
taint, so shalt thou 'go to them,' though
'they may not return to thee
each way, i will take 10 000 plants to
the acre. Hoe them slightly at first, un
til the roots become clinched, and after
ward no cultivation is needed, unless to
keep out weeds and grass. The plants
may be expected to run together and cov-
ground in two or three years.
atered
with a ranberry
A farmer had occasion to send
e ei i an oe e a a a o
o
Dutchman, to a neighboing town for a o e e ea ie oo
arre of molases. he weter beine ane o i e te o i
warm and the road rough, and the
drio
his white forehead!--You could weep
er orove diing ater fa the o e e
el ai
dat so I sthops de car an sotean
e e broadly in your careworn face; it mocks
steps
down flat of de road mit my pack and a ea e o ee i o
scart de cart, and it runned away mit d
shrouded form, as if there were no griaf in
the world.
that
ay, to think those cherub
ei i eer an o a o a
and unclisp that passive, darling hand that
la-ses took a notion to
generally called. But we will
tell the story in his own words
I gomed along and gomed along, til I
o o e i a an on e o o ee o e a in oi o
blacksmit's shop and den I looks around
wandered
so
often
over
your
ea o an e ae i o ea
the dim story of love in those faded orbs.
wre athe I
ochind der bung hole. Thinks I, I vill still the busy world knocks at your door,
heavy foot.
tramp up and down in the empty rooms
from whence you have born your dead.
But it comes never in the hush of night, so
wine away yo
ted
your tears!
Wanted- an angel for Heaven!Can
you look up? Can you bear the splendor
of that sight? Ten thousand celestial be-
ings, and your own radient child in their
Two on Earth and Two in Feaven.
"Lady, how many children have you?"
"Four," was the prompt reply. "I
have two on earth, and two in heaven!"
Thou art mother of angels, then.
They are yet yours, only gone before!
Yet remembered, loved, and cherished!
Their places are not yet filled, though
their successors draw life from the same
breast that their predecessors' dying
heads were pillowed on.
"Two in Heaven!"
No pain, no sickness there, nor
drooping head, nor failing eye, nor wea
ry feet. Rejoicing in the heavenly pas
tures, guarded by the Good Shepherd
little lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in Heaven!"
---Earth, then, is less attractive.
Eternity seems nearer. Those invisible
little spiritual cords twine around you,
and draw your soul upward. Like still
small voices, ever whispering, "Come to
the world, where spirits live.
"Two in Heaven!"
Mother of cherubs! walk softly!
Little angels watch thy steps. Spirit
forms stoop to listen! Keep thy soul
free from earth; thou shalt go to them,
though they cannot return to thee
Death has closed those little eyes and forever
shrouded their bright glances. How sweetly
she sleeps, that little coveted angel! How light
ly curl the glossy ringlets on her forehead! You
could weep your very soul away to think those
cherub lips will never unclose. Vainly yon
clasp and unclasp that passive, darling hand,
that wandered so often over your cheeks. Vain
ly your anguished glances strive to read the dim
story of love in those faded orbs. That voice,
swi. t as winds blowing through wreaths and
garlands, slumbers forever. And still the busy
world knocks at your doorand will let you have
no peace. It shouts in your ear, it smiles in your
face, it meets you at the coffin, at the grave, and
its heavy footsteps trnmp up and down in the
empty room from whence you have borne your
dead. But it comes never in the hush of night
to wipe away your tears ! In the solemn silence
of tho grave we feel the force of that sickening
sorrow which hangs heavily upon the heart as
though it would press it down into that narrow
space over which the spirit dwells in mournful
suspense. But a brighter vision meets the eye.
Can you look up ’ (.’an you bear the splendor of
that sight ? Ten thousand celestial beings, and
your own radiant child-angel in the midst—
In her eyes a glory bright,
On her brow a glory crown.
Death has closed those little eyes and for
ever shrouded their bright glances. How
sweetly she sleeps, that little coveted an
gel! How lightly eurl the glossy ringlets
on her for head ! You could weep your very
soul away to think those cherub lips will
never, never unclose. Vainly your anguish
ed glances strive to read the dim story of
love in those faded orbs. That voice, sweet
as winds blowing through wreath aud gar
lands, slumbers forever. And still the busy
! world knocks at your door and will let you
j have no peace. It shouts in your ear, it
I smiles in your face, it meets you at the cof
fin, at the grave, and its heavy footsteps
tramp up and down in the empty nom from
whence 3 011 have borne your dead. But it
comes never in the hush of night to wipe
away your tears ? In the solemn silence of
the grave we feel the force of the sickening
sorrow which hangs heavily upon the heart
as though it would press it down into that
narrow space over which the Spirit dwells
in mournful suspense. But a brighter vis
ion meets tho eye. Canyon look up?
Can you bear the splendor of that sight ?
Tan thousand celestial beings, and your ra
diant child angel in the midst
In her ey es a glory bright.
On her brow a glory crown
Death has closed those little eyes and for
ever shrouded their bright glances. How
sweetly she sleeps, that little covered angel!
Haw lightly curl the glossy ringlets on bar
forehead. You could weep your very soul
away to think those cherub lips will
never unclose. Vainly you clasp and un
clasp that passive, darling hand that wander
ed so very often over your cheeks. Vainly
your nnguished glances strive to read the
dim story of love in those faded orbs. That
voice, sweet as winds blowing through
wreath and garlands, slumbers forever. And
still the busy world knocks at your door and
will let you have no peace, ft ohouti in
your ear, it smiles in your face, it meeta yon
at the coffin, at the grave, and its heavy foot
steps tramp up and down in the empty room
from whence yon have borne your dead.—'
But it comes never in the hush of night to>
wipe away your tears! In tht solran silence
of the grave we feel the force of the sicken
ing sorrow which hangs heavily upon the
heart as though it would pass it down into
that narrow space over which the Spirit
dwells in mournful snspence. Bui a bright
er vision meets the eye. Can you lookup*
Can you bear the splendor of thai sight*—
The thousand celestial beings, and your ra<
diant child angel in the midst—
In her eyes a glory bright,
On her brow a glory crown.'
The Child Angel.
Death has closed those little eyes and forever
shrouded their bright glances. How sweetly
she sleeps, that little coveted angel I How
lightly curl the glossy ringlets on her forehead I
You could weep your very soul away to think
those cherub lips will never unclosed. Vainly
you clasp and unclasp that darling
hand, that watKiered so often over your cheeks.
\ ainly your anguished glances strive to read
the dint story of love in those faded orbs. That
voice, sweet as winds blowing through wreaths
and garlands, slumbers forever. And still the
busy world knocks at your door and w ill let
you have no peace. It shouts in your ear, smiles
in your face, meets you at the coffin, at the grave,
and its heavy footsteps tramp up and down in
the empty room from whence you have borne
, your dead. But it comes never in the hush of
night to wipe away your thars! In the solemn
silence of the grave we feel the force of that
sickening sorrow which Langs heavily upon the
heart as though it would press it down into that
narrow, space over which the spirit dwells in
mournful sus) tease. But a brighter vision meets
the eye. Can you look up ? Can you the
splendor of that sight ? Ten thousand celestial
-beings, and your ow n radiant child-angel in the
midst—
In her eyes a glory bright.
On her brow a glory crown
: Death has chxred those little ej es and forever
shrouded their bright glances. How sweetly
sLe sleeps, that little coveted angel! Hoe
: lightly curl the glossy ringlets on her forehead !
i You could weep your verv soul awav to thinl
those cherub lips wiiyiever he unclosed. Vain’ >•
j you clasp and unclasp that passive, darling lmm‘.
I that wandered so often over vonrchecks. Vnin
, ly ynur angnißhed glances strive-toread the dim
| story of love in those faded orbs. That voice
sweet as winds blowing through garland*.
| slumbers forever. And still the bnsr world
knocks at your d-mr, and v ill let you’haye no
peace. It shouts in your ear, smiles in v«ntr
face, meets yon at the coffin, at the grave,' and
its heavy footsteps tramp up and down in the
empty room from whence you have koine voin
dead. But it comes never in the hush of j'igl t
to wipe away your tears! In the solemn "s'-
, lence oi the grave, rc fi.-.el tfio force of tlia*
sickening sorrow ’Vhicli Langs heavily upon ti e
heart as though it would pees* it down into t 1
narrow space over which the spirit dwells in
mournful suspense. But a brighter vision meets
tl-e eye. Can yon look un? Canyon bear the
splendor of tbit sight? Ten thousand celestial
beings, and yonr own radiant child-angel in the
midst—
In Lor eyes a glory brizht.
On her brow n glory crown.
"You have two children," said I.
"I have four," was the reply; "two on
earth, two in heaven."
There spoke the mother! Still here.
only gone before! Still remembered.
loved and cherished, by the hearth and
at uie ooara ; tueir places not yet filled ;
even though their successors draw life
from the same faithful breast where their
dying heads were pillowed.
"Two in heaven !"
Safely housed from storm and tem-
pest. No sickness there nor drooping
neap nor lading eye, nor weary feet.
By the green pastures, tended by the
good Shepherd, linger the little lambs of
the heavenly fold.
"Two in heaven !"
Earth less attractive. Eternitv near
er. Invisible cords drawing the materi
al soul upwards. "Still small voices" ev
er whisper "Come!" to the world-weary
spirit.
"Two in heaven !"
Mother of angels! Walk softly!
holy eyes watch thy footsteps ! cherub
forms bend to listen ! Keep thy spirit
free from earth taint; so shalt thou go
to them though they may not return to
thee
'You have two children,' Slid I.
'I have four,' whs the r-ply, 'two or .
earth, two in Heaven.'
There spoke tie mother! Still hers',
only gone before! Still rcmembrerod,
loved and cherishe.-J, by the hearth and at
the board; their pLcb not yet filled; even
through their successors dnw lif from--
tiie same faithful br'-ast. whera their dy
ing heads were pillowed.
'Two in Leaven1'
No sicknc'ss ther. no drooping head
nor fading and weary feet. By the green
pastures, tended by the good thepard. lin
ger the little lambs of tlielleavcnly fold-
'Two in Heaven!'
Earth less attractive Pternity nearer
invisible eords drawing the maternal soul
upwards. 'Still, (small voices' ever whis
per 'Come!' to the worldweary spirit.
'Two in Heaven!'
Mother of angels! Walk noftly! II-ly
eyes wateh thv l'x,t.'teps,T Cherub forma
bind to lixtenf Keep thy spirit from taint:
so shalt thou go l them, though they
may not return to thee
“You have two children,” said I.
“I have four,” was the reply—“two on
earth, two in heaven.”
There spoke the mother ! Still hers, only
gone before! Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board—
their places not yet filled, even though their
successors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were pillowed.
■ r.-. • in Hear : ”
Safely ■ u‘■red from storm and tempest.—
No sickness there. ~or drooping head not
feeling eye, nor weary i>. t. By green pas
tures, tended by the good Shepherd, iiag»
’he Jj»««■]. ’. nt ».h, '• «
% :■.
Earth lesr attractive Eternity nearer.—
Invisible cordb drawing the material soul
upwards. “Still small voices ” ever whisper
“Come!11 to the world-weary spirit,
“ Two in Heaven
Mother of Angels 1 Walk soLv . Holy
eyes watch thy footsteps! Cherub forms
bend to listen ! Keep thy spirits free from
earth’s taint; so shall thou go to them
though tb y may ; at return to thee
Two N HEAVEN.-" You have two chil.
dren," said 1.
" I have four," was the reply; " two on
earth and two in heaven."
There spoke the mother. Still hers, only
one before! Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board,
their places not yet filled; even though their
successors draw life from the same fhithful
breast where their dying heads werepillowed.
" Two in heaven !"
Safely housed from storm and tempest.
No sickness there, nor drooping head, nor
fading eye, nor weary feet. By the green
pastures, tended by the good. Shepherd, lin
er the little lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in IIeaven !"
Earth less attractive. Eternity nearer.
Invisible cords drawing the material soul up
wards. "Still small voices" ever whikper,
" Come," to the world weary spirit.
" Two in heaven!"
Mother of angels! Walk softly !-holy
eyes watch thy footsteps !-cherub forms
bend to listen! Keep thy spirit free from
earth taints: so shalt thou go to them, though
they may not return to thee
Two in Heaven.
" You have two children," said t.
"I have four. was the ronlv-1
two on earth1, tm in Heaven."
Thore spoke the mother I Still
hors, only gdne boftfro 1 Still ronioni
bared, loved arid cherished, by tue
I.I Ih.tl . . . . ' t
hoartn ana at the board ; their places
nutyot filled; oven though thoir suo
censors draw life from the same breast
wliore thoir dying heads were pil
lowed; ' -
"Two ittlieavetaP'
Safely Housed from storm and terri-
pest.1 No sickness there, nor droop
ing hfftd, nor fading eye, nor weary
foot. Bv croon Dasturus. tant!vl Kv
tho good Sheplrord, lirtgor (he 1'ittW
Iambi of tho heavenly Told.
"Two iff Hoitvon r',;
Earth less attraotive.- Eternity
nearer. Invisiblo chord drawing the"
material soirl tfpwardsv , u Still small
voices" ever whisper "Como I" to
the1 worid-weKry spirit ' ,
" x wo in lleffven 1"
MotlW of anirole Walfc r.ftAr !
Holy oyes watch thy footstep CRor'-'
uo loinrs ionu to listen. Keep thy
spirit free from earth-taint so shall
tllOll (TO to thWlh. ihn'iV.rh lfiW Wiv
L ' -O " ""V ,
nl return to thee
Two ix Heaven.—“ You have two I
children,” said I.
“I have four,” was the reply,—“two
on earth, two in Heaven.”
There spoke the mother! Still hers,
only gone before! Still remembered,
loved and cherished, by the hearth and
at the board; their places not yet tilled,
even though their successors draw life
from the same breast where their dy
ing heads were pillowed.
“Two in Heaven!”
Safely housed from storm and temp
est. Xo sickness there, nor drooping
head, nor fading eye, nor w eary feet.
13 v green pastures tended by the good
Shepherd, linger the little lambs of his
heavenly fold.
“Two in Heaven!”
Earth less attractive. Eternity near
er. Invisible cords drawing the mate
rial soul upwards. “Still small voices”
ever whisper “Come!” to the world
weary spirit.
“Two in Heaven!”
Mother of angels! Walk softly I
Holy eyes watch thy footsteps 1 Cher
ub forms bend to listen. Keep thy spir
it free from earth taint; so shalt thou
|go to them, though they may not re
turn to thee
You have two children,' said I.
' I have four,' was the reply ; ' two on earlh,
two in Heaven.'
Thus spoke the mother,
gone before.
Still hers—only
Still remembered, loved, ami
cherished, by the hearth and at the hoard ;—
«heir places not yet filled even though their
successors drew life from the same breast,where
their dying heads were pillowed.
• Two in Heaven !'
Safely housed from storm and tempest,
sickness there, no drooping head nor fading
eye, nor weary feet. By green pastures tended
by the good shepherd, the little lambs of the
heavenly fold.
4 Two in Heaven !'
Eartli less attractive. Etcrniiy nearer. In
vincible cords drawing the material soul up
wards. Still small voices ever whisper • come!'
to the world-weary spirit.
4
N<
in Ilenven !'
Mother of angels ! Walk softly ! Holy
eyes watch thy footsteps ! Cherub forms bend
to listen ! Keep thy spirit free from earlh
taint, so shall thou go with them tho' they may
not return to you
*Tou have two children" said I,.
"I have four," was the reply, "two on earth
and two in heaven."
Thus spoke the mother. Still her*—only
gone before. Still remembered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and at the board
their places not yet filled evtn through their
successors draw life from the same breast
where their dying heads were pillowed.
"Two in Heaven
Safely housed from the storm and teMym#.
No sickness there, nor drooping bead, nor fail
'nff ey, nor weary feet. By green pastures,
tended by the good Shepherd, the little lamb*
of the heavenly fold.
Earth less attractive. Eternity nearer.—
Invisible cords drawing the material sour up*
wsrds. "Still small voices ever whisper
"Come!" to the world weary spirit.
"Two in heaven
Mother of angels! Walk softly Holy fey Hi
watch thy footsteps! Cherub forms bend to
listen Keep thy spirit free from earth that
so shall thou go to them, though they may not
return to you
Two in Hkavex ,4You have two child-
reu?'
baid 1.
"1 have four," was the reply, "two on
earth, two iu Heaven."
Thus spoke the mother. Still her's
only gone before. Still remembesred, loved
and cherished, by the hearth and at the
board; their place not yet fulfilled even
though their successors draw life from the
same breast where their dying heads were
r 1 1 1 I
I",JU
"Two in Heaven!"
Safely housed from the storm and tem-
Pst. JNo sicknes3 there, nor drooping-
i i r j , r,, r .
head, no fading eye, nor weary feet. By
, lJl t l -1 .
if,'ee.n Ptures, tended by the good fchep
herd, tho
little lambs of tho Heavenly
i UIU
f. wl.l
K.irtllloco nMpt:nna. Pfernitv nr.
! Invisible cords diawinr the mateiial fjoul
upwards. "Still small voices ever whisper
a wo in iieavcu.
Mother of angels! Walk softly! Holv
i'p ii
eyes watch thy f ootsteps! Cherub froms
bent to listen '.keep thy spirit free from earth
that so shall thou go to them, tho' they
may not return to yo
Deatu has closed those little eyes and forever
shrouded their bright glances. How sweet!y she
sleeps, that little coveted angel! How lightly
curl the glossy ringlets on her forehead! You
could weep your very soul away to think
those cherub lips wiil never, never unclose. Vain-
ly you clasp and uncilasp that passive, darling
hand that wandered so often over you cheeks.
Vainly your anguished glanees strive to read the
dim story of love in those faded orbs. That voice,
sweet as winds blowing through wreath and gar-
lands, slumbers for ever. And still the busy world
knocks at your door and will let you have no peace.
It shouisin you ear, it smiles in your face, it meets
you at the coffin, at the grave, and iis heavy foot-
steps tramp up and down in the empty room from
whence you have borne your dead. But it comes
never in the hush of night to wipe away your
tears! In the solemn silence of the grave we fee
the force of the sickening sorrow which hangs
heavily upon the heart, as though it would press
it down into the narrow space over which the
spirit dwells in mournful suspense. But a bright
vision meets the eye. Can youlookup? can you
bear the splendor of ihe sight? ten thousand ce-
lestial beings, and your radiant child-angel in the
midst of them—
In her eyes a glory bright,
On her brow a glory crown.
The CHILd-AnGEL.Death has closed
those little eyes and forever shrouded their
bright glances. How sweetly she sleeps, that
little coveted angel! How lightly curl the
glossy ringlets on her forehead! You could
weep your very soul away to think those
cherub lips will never, never unclose. Vain
ly you clasp and uuclasp that passive, darling
hand that wandered so often over your cheeks.
Vainly your anguished glances strive to read
the dim story of love in those faded orbs.
That voice, sweet as winds blowing through
wreaths and garlands, slumbers forever.
And still the busy world knocks at your door
and will let you have no peace. It shouts in
your ear, it smiles in your face, it meets you
at the coffin, at the grave, its heavy footsteps
tramp up and down in the empty room from
whence you have borne your dead. But it
comes never in the hush of night to wipe
away your tears! In the solemn silence of
the grave we feel the force of the sickening
sorrow which hangs heavily upon the heart,
as though it would press it down into the
narrow space over which the spirit dwells in
mournful suspense. But a bright vision
meets the eye. Can you look up? can you
bear the splendor of the sight? ten thousand
celestial beings, and your radiant child in the
midst of them
In her eyes a glory bright,
On her brow a glory crown
The Child Angel.—Death has closed those little
eyes and forever shrouded their bright glances.—
How sweetly she sleeps, that little coveted angel!
How lightly curl the glossy ringlets on her fore-
head! You could weep your very soul away to
think those cherub lips will never, never unclose,
Vainly you clasp and unclasp that passive, darling
hand that wandered so often over your cheeks,—
Vainly your anguished glances strive to read the
dim story of love in those faded orbs. Thatvoice,
sweet as winds blowing through wreath and gar-
lands, slumbers for ever. And still the busy world
knocks at your door and will let you have no
peace. It shoutsin your ear, it smiles in your
face, it meets you at the coffin, at the grave, and its
heavy footsteps tramp up and down in the empty
room from whence you have borne your dead.—
But it comes never in the hush of night to wipe
uway your tear! In the solemn silence of th
night we feel the force of the sickening sorrow
which hangs heavily upon the heart, as though it
would press it down into the narrow space over
which the spirit dwells in mournful suspense.—
But a bright vision meets tze eye. Can you look
up? can you bear the splendor of the sight? ten
thousand celestial beings, and your radiant child
angel in the midst of thea—
In her eyes a glory bright,
On her brow ¢ glory crown
Death has forever Dhose little’
eyes and forever shrouded their Bright
glances. How sweetly she sleeps, that
little coveted angel! Ho\v lightly curl
the glosssy ringlets on her forehead !>—
You could weep your very souls away
to think those cherub lips will never,-
never unclose. Vainly you clasp and
unclasp that passive, darling hand that
wandered so often over your
Vainly your anguished glances strive to’
read the dim story of love in those faded;
orbs. That voice, sweet as wind» blow
ing through wreaths and garland’s-, sfcnn
bers for ever. And still the busy world
knocks at your door and will let you have
no peace. It shouts in you* ear, it
smiles in your face, it meets you at tho
coffin, at the grave, and its heavy foot
steps tramp up and down- in. thp empty
room from whence you have borne your
dead. But it comes never in the htnb of
night to wipe away your tears! In the
THE CHILD-ANGEL--Death has
closed those little eyes and forever
shrouded their bright glances. How
sweetly she sleeps, that little cove
ted angel! How lightly curls the
glossy ringlets on her forehead You
could weep your very sonl away
to think those cherub lips will never,
never unclose. Vainly you clasp and
unclasp that passive, darling hand
that wandered so often over your
cheeks. Vainly your anguished
glances strive to read the dim story
of love in those faded orbe. That
woee an wind bowing throg
ever. And still the busy world kno
chke at your door, and will letyo
have no peace. It shouts in your
ear, it emiles in your face, it meets
ou at the coffin, at the grave, and
its heavy footsteps tramp up and
down in the empty room from
But it coraes navep in thetusl
But it comes never in the hush of
night to wipe away your tears! In
the solemn silence of the grav
The Ciiu.d-Anuri..—Dsalh has closed those,
little eyes and for ever shrouded their bright,
glances. How sweetly she sleeps, that little
coveted angel ! How lightly curl the glossy
ringlets on her forehead I Ton could weep,
your very soul away to think those cherub,
lips will never, never unclose. Vainly you"
dasp and unclasp that posai re, darling band
that wandered -so often over your cheeks.—■
Vainly your anguished glance» strive to read
the dim story of. love in those foiled orbs.—,
That voice, sweet as winds blowing through
wreath and garland#, almpbcrg,forever. And.
Sill the busy world knocks at,yoor|door and
ill let you have no Usheutp iff JOUr.
Car, it smiles ip. j our ftpe, it mow you aL the
enflin, at the èràrp, and ila heavy fooPoPh
-tramp up and dowfi in the empty room from
whence you hate borne roar dead. But it
comes never in the hash ofnighttewipe away.
Wo feel the fnrfll ih UrtJilrWfàiirijf anrrhw that,
sinrit
penae. ' Buf a .bright vision meet* the ey»r
Can yon fqok up? can you bear the udendoci
of the sight? Ton thousand celestial bring’
and your radUnt child angel in the midst og. .
them— ' v
In b« yea a glory bright, ~
On lier brow a glory crown
Two in HeaveN.--"You have two chil
dren?" said I.
"I have four," was the reply; "two on earth
and two in heaven."
Thus spoke the mother! Still hers!--only
"gone before!" Still rememhered, loved and
cherished, by the hearth and the board; their
place not yet filled; even though their succes
sors draw life from the same faithful breast
where their dying heads were pillowed.
"Two in heaver!"
Safely housed from storm and tempest; no
sickness there, nor drooping heads, nor fading
eyes, nor weary feet. By the green pastures,
tendered by the good shepherd, linger the little
lambs of the heavenly fold.
"Two in heaven!"
Earth less attractivel Eternity nearedl In
visible cords, drawing the maternal soul up
wards. "Still small voices," ever whisperin
"come," to the world-weary spirit.
"Two in heaven!"
Mother of angels! Walk softly! holy eyes
watch thy fooksteps! cherub forms head to
listen! Keep thy spirit free from earth taint;
so shalt thy soul go to them, though they may
not return to thee
WANTED-AN ANGEL FOR HEAVEs.
And so death closed those little eyes
shrouded their bright glances. Oh,
that the sun would not come streaming
in on his shrouded form, as if there was
no grief in the world.
How sweetly he sleeps, that little
coveted angel! How lightly curl the
glossy ringlets on his white forehead!
You could weep your very soul away
to think those cherub lips will never,
never unclose. Vainly you clasp and
unclasp that passive, darling hand, that
wandered so often over your cheek.
Vainly your anguished ghince strives
to read the dim story of love in those
faded orbs. The voice, sweet as winds
blowing through wreathed shells, slum
bers for ever. And still the busy world
knocks at your door, and will let you
have no peace. It shouts in your ear;
its chariots rumble by; it smiles broadly
in your care-worn face; it mocks you as
you sew the shroud; it meets you at the
coffin, at the grave; and its heavy foot
steps tramp up and down in the empty
rooms from whence you have borne
your dead. But it comes never in the
hush of night to wipe away your tears!
Wanted--an angel for heaven! Can
you look up? Can you bear the splen
dor of that sight? Ten thousand celes
tial beings, and your own radiant child
angel in their midst,
"In his eyes a glory, light,
On his brow a glory crown."
Wanted--angels for heaven! Cling
not too closely to your beautiful treas
ures, children of earth
mortality with Christ, safely housed from storm and
tempest—no sickness, nor drooping head nor fading
eye, nor weary feet, sweetly she rests by the green ]pas
tures tended by the good Shepherd of the heavenly fold.
soft winds of refreshment to weary wanderers, win
outcasts to the fold, wipe stigmas of exclusiveness
and mammon from the Church, lead the joyous flock
by still waters, and make the desert blossom as the
rose. More of Christ is what we all want in our
hearts, our homes, our Churches, our business, our
politics, our schools, our literature, our art, our gov-
ernment—more of his sweet, holy, courageous, sacri-
ficing spirit—more of his patience, his love, his ten-
der appreciation of man. Yea, we want him as our
own precious Redeemer, whose blood cleanseth from
all sin.—Rev. H. N. Powers, D. D.
WANTED, AN ANGEL FOR HEAVEN.—And so death
closed those little eyes—shrouded their light glances.
O, that the sun would not come streaming on her
shrouded form, as if there were no grief in the world!
How sweetly she sleeps, that little angel! How
lightly curl the glossy rings on her white forehead!
You could weep your very soul away, to think those
cherub lips will never, never unclose. Vainly you
clasp and unclasp that passive, darling hand that
wandered so often over your cheek. Vainly your
anguished glance strives to read the dim story of
love in those faded orbs. The voice, sweet as winds
blowing through wreathed shells, slumbers forever.
And still the busy world knocks at your door, and
will let you have no peace. It shouts in your ear ;
its chariots rumble by; it smiles broadly in your
care-worn face ; it mocks you as you sew the shroud ;
it meets you at the coffin, at the grave ; and its heavy
footsteps tramp up and down in the empty rooms
whence you have borne the dead. But it comes
never in the hush of night to wipe away your tears.
TRAY ]) HOUGHTS.
Can you bear the splendor of that sight? Ten thou-
sand celestial beings, and your own radiant child-
angel in their midst ;
“In her eyes a glory light,
On her brow a glory crown.”
Wanted—angels for heaven! Cling not too closely
to your beautiful treasures, children of earth !
Stray Thoughts.
From The Ladies' Repository; a Monthly Periodical, Devoted to Literature, Art and Religion (1849-1876)
Two in IIraven.—“You have two chil
dren,” said I. “ I have four,” was the re
ply, “two on earth and two in heaven.”—
Thus spoke the mother. Still they are only
gone before; still remembered, loved and
cherished by the hearth and at the board;
their places not yet filled, even though their
successors draw life from the same faithful
breast where their dying heads were pillowed.
Two in heaven safely housed from storm and
tempest. XL sickness there, nor drooping
head, nor fading eye, nor weary feet. By
the green pastures, tended by the good shep
herd, linger to the little lambs of the heav
eniy fold. Two in heaven ; earth less at
tractive ; eternity nearer; invisible cords
drawing the maternal soul upwards; still
small voices ever whispering, “Come!” to
the world-weary sp;rit. Two in heaven.—
Mother of angels, walk softly; holy eyes
watch thy footsteps; cherub forms bend to
listen; keep thy spiri; free from earthly tint.
So shalt thou go to them, though they may
not return to thee.—Missionary Messenger
n the cars of the sinner.
Two ix Hkavkn.?"You have two cliilIren,"
said I. "I have four," was the reply,
two on earth and two in heaven." Thus
poke the mother. Still, they are only gone
leforc; still remembered, loved and cherished
>y the hearth and at the board ; their places
lot yet filled, even though their successors
Iraw life from the same faithful breast where
heir dying heads were pillowed. Two in
icavcn safely housed from storm and tern- J
iest! No sickness there, nor drooping head, !
lor fading eye, nor weary feet. By the green j
lastures, tended by the Good Shepherd, linger
the little lambs of the heavenly fold. 1
Two in heaven ; earth less attractive; eternity
learer; invisible cords drawing the maternal
oul upward ; still, small voices ever whisperng,
"Come!" to the world-weary spirit. Two
n heaven. Mother of angels, walk softly ;
loly eyes watch thy footsteps; cherub forms j
>cnd to listeu ; keep thy spirit free from !
larthly taint. So shrill thou go to them, j
hough they may not rcturu to thee.?MissiontV
at home, safely housed from storms and
tempests ; no sickness there nor droop
ing head; no fading eye nor weary feet;
by the green pastures tended by the
Good Shepherd linger the little lambs of
I the Heavenly fold. Sickness aud sor
row never enter that blest land
now safe at home, safely housed from
t?torm and tempests. Nosickuess there,
I uor drooping head; no fading eye, nor
weary feetjby the green pastures, teuded
1 by the Good Shepherd, linger the little
lambs of the Heavenly fold. Sickness
and sorrow never enter that blest abode
