...so is transitions ; This life of mortal brenth Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But (rone into that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule....

...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus...

...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our...school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe...

...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 that school Where she no longer need* our poor protection, And Christ himself dotli rule. In that great cloister's stillness nnd seclusion...

...mortal breath IB but a subuib ot the Life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. In that great cloister'* stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led Safe...from sin's pollution. She lives, whom we call dead." A late number of the New York Evangelist, has the following just criticisms and excellent remarks respecting...

...dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will then be comforted. « In heaven's g^reat stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led ; Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, They live whom we call dead." i . ~ We have thus seen what will be the lost privileges of them that...

...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we (tall Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection,...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus...

...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, — the child of our affection, —...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender steps pursuing Behold her grown more fair. Thus do...

...Longfellow, in the following verses: — " She is not dead" — the child of our affection — But gone into that school, Where she no longer needs our poor protection,...temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom wo call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing, In these bright realms of air; I Year after...

...our fatherland, Heaven, is our home." SHE is 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." ' SKATCH'D sudden from the avenging rod, Safe in the bosom of thy God, How dost thou now look back...