...THE MISSIONARY; OR, SCENES IN GREENLAND.— No. XL ' We see but dimly through the mists and vapours, Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be Heaven's distant lamps." LONGFELLOW. TILL tjiis moment, cold, icebound Greenland had always been a home for Egede, in spite...

...as she felt that its Lord, for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them." " There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath IB but a subuib ot the Life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. In that great cloister'* stillness...

...to us but dim funereal taper* May be Heaven's distant lamp«. Tlicrc is no Death ! what seems so ы transition ; This life of Mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clyainn, Who« jiortnl we call Death. She is not dead— the child of our affection — But gone unto...

...oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dinsty through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal taoers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...

...too dark to solve, nor death any terrors too dreadful to encounter. Death ! . . . For them ' There is no death what seems so, is transition ! This life of mortal strife Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal ice call death !' What to them are the small...

...celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the...

...oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours, Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad...not dead,— the child of our affection,— But gone into that school, Where she no longer needs our poor protection And Christ himself doth rule. In that...

...see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no...breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. THE NEW Vj.i K A8TCR, Lfl-OIl f-0 riiJ>EN FOU.NO/.TlO.'.S She is not dead, —...

...know besides, it is but giving Over of a game that must be lost." Besides, as the poet thinks, " There is no Death ! what seems so is transition. This life...of the life Elysian, Whose Portal we call Death." Pindar says, " Sweet is both the end and the commencement of human affairs made when there is a divine...

...humble as old Mabel die. Death had assumed to her a benign and holy aspect ; she almost felt — " There is no Death. What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but the suburbs of that Life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death."* The next day Father Fabian, in the...