commending the religion of Christ by their conversation and example to all around them. This, and this alone, can insure domestic comfort, and happiness, and peace.


DROPPED away!We may not hold them;
Mightier arms than ours enfold them :
Dropped away !-like morning mist
Jealous suns have called and kissed;

Love is deep!
Throbbing pulse and burning tear
Shall the dulled sense feel or hear,
Starting up from deathly bier ?-

Let them sleep!

Let them be enough of pain ;
Drop the dusk pall down again:
Lift no more from ashen cheek
The veil—and lips that cannot speak;

Love is deep!
Do we call the swallow back ?
Loves the ship the iceberg's track ?
Stretch them not upon the rack:

Let them sleep!

Let them slumber !-Here no more
Passion with its torrent-roar
Sweeps the stranded heart away
In its full rush-till all is clay!

Love is deep!
Now that billows' war is waged,
Now the waters are assuaged:
Peace walks the world where seas have raged

Let them sleep!

Make in the wide earth space for two;
Both were loving-one was true :
Lay them not asunder now
For the frown upon their brow-

Love is deep!
Severed were they in their prime,
Not by distance-not by time:-
Plant them where the roses climb,-

Let them sleep!

We who mourn them gone before,
Let us wait upon the shore,
Till yon Pilot, hailed again,
Steers us o'er the self-same main ;-

Love is deep!
Prayer shall watch them, on her knees;
Thought shall follow like a breeze:
Love can melt, though Death may freeze,-

Let them sleep!

Though our hopes be torn and dead,
Though our souls disquieted,
Let us arise and go, and pray
In the light of God's white day:

Love is deep!
Soon enough the darkness falleth ;
Soon enough the carth-worm galleth :-
Wait we till the Angel calleth,



I SHOULD have known thou wouldst have died
When fate first led me to thy side;
Thy holy eyes had nought of earth-
Thy lip ne'er curved in heartless mirth;
I should have known thou wouldst have died,
My seraph-love! my angel-bride !

I loved thce then, I love thee yet!
Though I have striven to forget-
Though Time's dark wings have pressed my brow,
I loved thce then—and love thee now;
And had I died when thou wert dead,
Thy spirit, mine to heaven had led.
Thou gentle presence! in that hour,
I felt thy being-knew thy power.

Thy spirit from the clay departed
Has watched o'er me when loneliest hearted.
The evening star recalls thine eye-
The mournful zephyr sighs thy sigh!

The forms of earth and visioned air
In being like to thee, are fair--
I do not yet deserve to die,
Or I might join thee in yon sky.
Pray that my sins may be forgiven,
I long to die—to reach thy heaven.

How human things the heart deprave-
Though I am kneeling by thy grave
I feel a yearning unto earth,
Which speaks the spell of mortal birth.
I love an angel, loving thee,
Or scarce would wish to cease to be.

I cherish still my marriage ring,
Keeping it as an hallowed thing
Of the firm chain of love which binds ;
It is a link which still reminds;
Though long on earth may be my stay,
No spell shall charm thy spell away.


I feel I have not long to stay-
To heaven and thee I will away,
Beseeching God in earnest prayer,
Though I have sinned, to meet thee there;

For well I feel-full well I see
No earthly spell bound me to thee.

The bliss—the doom hath come at last,
My mortal frame is chilling fast;
While with the soul's clear eyes I see
My spirit-wife approaching me.
Oh! far from earth to holier things,
I glide to her on spirit-wings!


THE history of Fenelon exhibits the presence and operation of a predominant idea. Bringing into existence with him a soft, gentle, and loving nature, which happily was fostered and developed by the congenial influences of education, he was led to select the ecclesiastical profession. By that natural affinity which gives to minds their most appropriate employment, he always found himself in spheres of action where there was a special call for the mild restraints and nurturing dew which his character was fitted to afford. The performance of his duties reacted on his mental and moral qualities, giving to them each an intensity and fixedness which raised them to the highest state of culture ; so that the tranquil, earnest,

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