beautiful music, which she said was in the air. God knows. It may have been. Opening her eyes at last from a very quiet sleep, she begged that they would kiss her once again. That done, she turned to the old man, with a lovely smile upon her facesuch, they said, as they had never seen, and never could forget and clung, with both her arms about his neck. She had never murmured or complained; but with a quiet mind, and manner quite unaltered-save that she every day became more earnest and more grateful to them-faded like the light upon the summer's evening. The child who had been her little friend, came there, almost as soon as it was day, with an offering of dried flowers, which he begged them to lay upon her breast. He told them of his dream again, and that it was of her being restored to them, just as she used to be. He begged hard to see her, saying, that he would be very quiet, and that they need not fear his being alarmed, for he had sat alone by his younger brother all day long when he was dead, and had felt glad to be so near him. They let him have his wish; and, indeed, he kept his word, and was, in his childish way, a lesson to them all. Up to that time, the old man had not spoken once-except to her-or stirred from the bedside. But when he saw her little favourite, he was moved as they had not seen him yet, and made as though he would have him come nearer. Then pointing to the bed, he burst into tears for the first time, and they who stood by, knowing that the sight of this child had done him good, left them alone together. Soothing him with his artless talk of her, the child persuaded him to take some rest, to walk abroad, to do almost as he desired him. And when the day caine on which must remove her, in her earthly shape from earthly eyes forever, he led him away, that he might not know when she was taken from him. They were to gather fresh leaves and berries for her bed. And now the bell-the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure, almost as a living voice, rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigourous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth-on crutches, in the pride of health and strength, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life-to gather round her tomb. Old men were there whose eyes were dim and senses failing-grandmothers, who might have died ten years ago, and still been old-the deaf, the blind, the lame, the palsied-the living dead, in many shapes and forms, to see the closing of that early grave. Along the crowded path they bore her now-pure as the newly-fallen snow that covered it-whose day on earth had been as fleeting. Under that porch where she had sat, when Heaven, in its mercy, brought her to that peaceful spot, she passed again, and the old church received her in its quiet shade. They carried her to one old nook where she had, many and many a time sat musing, and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the colored window-a window where the boughs of trees were ever rustling in the summer, and where the birds sang sweetly all day long. With every breath of air that stirred among those branches in the sunshine, some trembling, changing light would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Many a young hand dropped in its little wreath-many a stifled sob was heard. Some, and they were not a few, knelt down. All were sincere and truthful in their sorrow. The service done, the mourners stood apart, and the villagers closed round to look into the grave, before the stone should be replaced. One called to mind how he had seen her sitting on that very spot, and how her book had fallen on her lap, and she was gazing with a pensive face upon the sky. Another told how he had wondered much that one so delicate as she should be so bold; how she had never feared to enter the church alone, at night, but had loved to linger there when all was quiet; and even to climb the tower stair, with no more light than that of the moon-rays stealing through the loop-holes in the thick old walls. A whisper went about among the oldest there, that she had seen and talked with angels; and when they called to mind how she had looked and spoken, and her early death, some thought it might be so, indeed. Thus coming to the grave in little knots, and glancing down, and giving place to others, and falling off in whispering groups of three or four, the church was cleared, in time, of all but the sexton and the mourning friends. Then, when the dusk of evening had come on, and not a sound disturbed the sacred stillness of the place when the bright moon poured in her light on tomb and monument, on pillar, wall, and arch-and most of all, it seemed to them, upon her quiet grave-in that calm time when all outward things and inward thoughts teem with assurances of immortality, and worldly hopes and fears are humbled in the dust before them, then, with tranquil and submissive hearts they turned away, and left the child with God. LESSON LXXXIV. The Eternity of God.-N. C. BROOKS. Crown'd with green em'rald mounts, tinted with gold, The awful heavens are thine-the liquid sun The stars are thine-the charactery grand, These shall grow old; the solid earth, with years Shall see her sapless body shrivel up, And her gray mountains crumble, piece-meal down Shall lose their lustre, and grow old with years; Thou art the same-Thy years shall never fail ;In glory bright, when every star and sun Shall lose their lustre, and expire in night- LESSON LXXXV. Not on the Battle Field.-J. PIERPONT. "To fall on the battle field, fighting for my dear country-that would not be hard."-Miss Bremer, O, no, no! let me lie Not on a field of battle when I die! Let not the iron tread Of the mad war-horse crush my helmed head; That I have drawn against a brother's life, Thunders along and tramples me beneath Or gory From such a dying bed, Though o'er it float the stripes of white and red, The clustered stars upon his wide-spread wings, O, never let my spirit take her flight. I know that beauty's eye Is all the brighter when gay penants fly, And sunshine flashes on the lifted lance :- And people shouted till the welkin rung, Who on the battle field have found a grave; Some of these piles I've seen :— The one at Lexington, upon the green, |