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[In the grave-yard of the First Presbyterian Church, in Easton, Pa., there is a simple, modest tomb-stone with this inscription, “OUR LITTLE JOHNNY.” This tomb, which marks the resting place of a sweet, precocious boy, is the scene of the following verses, written by his Mother.-ED.]

Weep on, ye pitying orbs, though vain your weeping;-
With tears her graves bedew; she, only she
Mourns her departed. None with you are sleeping-
You have no vault, no tomb, no cemetery;
Sinless, immortal, deathless, strong, and free!
Can ye give nought but tears? Have you no power
To heal her griefs? no balm to soothe her pain ?--
O for some mighty hand, some favouring hour!
Descend, descend, and break this torturing chain,
Bind up her bleeding heart, and bid her smile again.

"Tis past, 'tis o'er, my beautiful hath faded-
The grave now holds my treasure, and the sod
Rests on this bosom's idol! Have I made it
My soul's deep worship, and forgot my God?-
If so, 0 Mightiest, to thy chastening rod
I bow submissive. 'Neath this churchyard stone
'Tis well that thus my prized, my gifted lies
Down in that dark, cold, silent bed alone,
Mourned by the night-wind's sad and fitful sighs;
Watched by the wakeful stars' soft, pitying, pensive eyes.

Oye pure orbs, why steal ye thus at even
So voiceless and so mournful? Have you all
Forgot the exulting shout that rang through heaven,
When first among you rolled this glowing ball,
Warm from God's hand ? Where now the joyous call
Of his glad sons? Ye bright ones, that adorn
Yon cloudless firmament, my anxious ears
List for your hymns in vain; and coming morn,
In her bright robe, that hides your fading spheres,
Shows me Earth's graves all wet, all glittering with your


'Tis vain, all vain: yet hath she consolation;
'Tis earth to earth, 'tis dust to dust we give-
The spirit cannot die. The termination
Of wo, is death,--man dies that he may live-
Dies but a holier being to receive!
The enraptured soul, upspringing, chainless, free,
Exulting, trembling, spreads her untried wing!
Hark! hear ye not that heavenly barmony?
'Tis the glad song that the redeemed sing,
“Where is thy victory, grave! 0 Death, where is thy


Why weep you thus for her in night and sadness?
Are there no graves but hers? Has she alone
Lost her primeval lustre? Shall not gladness
Visit again this lone, this stricken one?
How is her beauty changed, her splendour gone!-
Daughter of heaven, thy glorious brow is clouded-
Tombs are thy children's birthright-death their dower!
O lost, degenerate one, in darkness shrouded,
Dimmed is thy gold, bright pageant of an hour;
And sin's dread serpents hiss within thy fairest bower.

Weep not, thou stricken one, though darkness o'er thee,
And sin, and hell, hare cast this mournful pall;
Fair, bright, unnumbered years are yet before thee;
Arise, and shine, thou holiest of them all!
Thy very dust shall live. Forth from the thrall
Of the dark tomb thy slumbering ones shall rise!
Hark! the Archangel's voice, the trumpet's calli
Earth shall be made a heaven, the joy of joy,
The ransomed of her God, the wonder of the skies!



Who that ever saw her, could forget her? nity, her fortunes had in early life been united That serene face-in which benignity lent its to “a small pattern of a man” in every sense radiance to classic features, marked by strength of the adjective. She obeyed, to the letter of of purpose and resolute action; that figure -- the law, the divine mandate, “Let the wife see the very ideal of the Roman Matron—that, clad that she reverence her husband;” while, by an in the sober habit of the Quaker, assumed no irresistible law of mind, her weaker half was stateliness of carriage, but moved to the inborn quietly guided by the stronger.

The illgrace and dignity of a Scripture prophetess; | matched but peaceful pair owned and occupied while the snowy kerchief folded across her one of the amplest dwellings of the village, and bosom, seemed the brooding wing of the dove, were the possessors of a flourishing farm some whose pure and peaceful spirit dwelt within three miles distant. Thus Aunt Rachel's purse, She looked not over forty when I first saw her; | though not as large as her heart, often added but had been called Aunt Rachel by the reve- to her unuttered prayers its untrumpeted rent villagers for many years, as she came alms. Her house was the home of hospitality, among them in the sacred character of a and while her immediate family consisted only preacher; had won all ears by her truthful, of her passive spouse, herself, and servants, melodious tones, and all hearts by the love she generally headed a large well-filled board. that overflowed her own, and like an ever-living Teaching the Scriptures at home, and preachspring, made green all her pleasant borders. ing wherever and whenever the spirit moved, The term aunt, in her case, was evidently one were considered a divine right with which her of respect and endearment; not as applied to meek Jeremiah never interfered. The good the doctress, nurse, or spinster-gossip of the Book was placed beside her daily at the breakvillage. It was used in part as a compromise fast-table, and after the meal was over, her for the Mrs. or Madam, that would have family and guests enjoyed a scriptural fenst, offended her Yea and Nay sect, as the atmo- enriched by the modulations of her heavensphere of sacredness that surrounded her, to a toned voice. conventional people, quite forbade the oriental Aunt Rachel's, was a name familiar not only Rachel, even though it brought to mind, in its to the neighbouring towns, but to the cities simplicity, the beautiful Scripture heroine; for also; and dearly was it revered in the “city of Aunt Rachel's admirers were not confined to Brotherly Love,” whose “yearly meetings”— the Society of Friends; she recognised nume- despite their inevitable rainy accompaniment, rous friends among “the world's people” also. she always attended. Whenever moved by the Nor were her ministrations limited to her own spirit to preach at a distance, the male memsect: wherever a sick-bed was approachable, bers of the meeting to which she belonged there was found Aunt Rachel; not with the awaited her bidding, vying with one another budget of nostrums and loud voice of expostu- for the honour of conducting her to the aplation; but moving, like a noiseless spirit, to pointed place. Thus without egotism, assumpsmooth the sufferer's pillow-whispering in tion or strife, she swayed all hearts, as gently gentle tone the consoling word, or sending the and caressingly as the sweet southwest moves voiceless prayer to Heaven, whose response was the vernal grove, or the rejoicing flowers. peace, nestling silently to the heart of the dying. Among the young people of the village, was To the young people of the neighbourhood, a beautiful maiden, who attached herself to Aunt Rachel was emphatically “a mother in Aunt Rachel at first sight, and became, in the Israel." Her inexpressibly gentle manner, course of time, to her as a daughter. The united with a keen perception, and delicate affection between them, exceeding even the appreciation of all their pleasures, pains, and ties of nature, could only be compared to the prospects, gained confidence unasked, and love attachment of Naomi and Ruth. Indeed Alice unstinted. Thus without the remotest charac- became so enthusiastic in her love at one time, teristic of an intermeddler, she became the re- that she would fain have forsaken her home pository of all heart-secrets—the mother-con- and sect, declaring to Aunt Rachel, “Where fessor of the youthful community. Aunt thou livest, I will live-thy people shall be my Rachel was not a maiden lady: by some unac- people, and thy God, my God!” But the kind countable accident, or some imperceptible affi- , expostulation of her less impassioned friend,

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prevailed over her impulses so far as to pre- ! commingle with her own, and whose manly beauvent a public renunciation of her religion, and ty would fill her admiring eye, as the embodiment she endeavoured to content herself, by listen- of her early imaginings. After a while, this ing in private to the inspired lessons of her project became a subject of daily conversation sacred teacher; or hand in hand with her, between the Friend and her protégée--an idea leaving in spirit the tumultuous world, and that took such hold of their imaginations, that “getting into the quiet,” as Aunt Rachel de- ' it seemed something actually settled. Aunt fined their seasons of silent worship. Alice Rachel's belief that they were designed by was the daughter of a retired merchant, who heaven for each other, gave a sacredness to had left the city to finish his days in seclusion, the subject; and to her partial eye both parties competence, and the free air of the country. so nearly perfection, that she never The lovely companion of his youth had yielded 'dreamed they could be anything less in each her life in presenting him a daughter, and other's eyes. Whether she mentioned the grief once settled on his heart, like a bird of matter in her letters, we cannot say; but may night, departed not till she hatched a melan- safely infer that this pet plan was not concealed choly brood, that lived a fluttering life, but from her darling son, and that he had no never forsook their secret nest. He became

secrets to keep from his friend. stern and morose, and even the smiles of his One spring morning, as Alice was gathering motherless daughter had no sunshiny influence wild flowers in her father's woodland, she was to draw forth the gloomy fledglings that he surprised by a sudden apparition crossing her cherished in his bosom. Alice's nature, ever path, whose form and face corresponded so brimming with love, needed only the touch of entirely with her ideal of Wallace-as Aunt sympathy to overflow, and her affection for Rachel called her unmated mate—that she Aunt Rachel was the outgushing of a heart started, and inadvertently uttered some exclawhose deep had never till then been stirred. mation that drew the stranger's attention ; What a scene for a painter was it, when she when her agitation so increased, that she had sat at the feet of her spiritual teacher, her blue to support herself against a tree. The gentleeyes—like dewy violets opening to the light of man taking her excitement for alarm, stepped heaven-looking up to the countenance where towards her, and bowing respectfully, apolo* majestic sweetness sat enthroned"—whose gized for his intrusion, adding that the insublime beauty formed a fitting contrast to the viting spring atmosphere had led him farther poetic loveliness of the fair creature beside from his duties than he intended; when, moher!

destly begging her to add some flowers he had One regret mingled with their daily com- himself been gathering, to her bouquet, he bade munion: it was on the part of Aunt Rachel, her good morning, calling her name, much to that her only child — her darling son — had her surprise : while she scarcely recovered hermarried just previous to her acquaintance with self sufficiently to receive with graciousness Alice; that she could not take the lovely girl either the apology, or the flowers ; but stamto her bosom as a daughter literally as well as mering out, “Not at all,”—“ Thank you, sir !" spiritually. She was the realization of the she watched him as he left the wood in the fair, ideal-bride she had depicted for her son ; direction of the village. He was out of sight and he-she said it with the self-consciousness before Alice recovered her composure, and that becomes true greatness, and is not in long did she sit, pondering over what seemed opposition to humility, for she had trained him more like a vision than a reality. “ And he -was the noble being that could have appre- spoke my name,” thought she. “ It cannot be ciated and cherished the confiding Alice! But that Wallace has come to the village unknown Aunt Rachel's son, who lived at a distance to Aunt Rachelyet it must be he; or why did from her, had a friend, who was the companion I feel so when he appeared ? and why did his of his youth; they had grown up to manhood voice thrill through me, like the music of my together, and now were united in a professional dreams ? Perhaps he surprised me purposely, business. Next to her son, he was dearest to preferring such to a formal first-meeting. Posher heart, and was as yet unmarried. No sibly Aunt Rachel sent him to the wood, thinkwonder then, that the Quakeress often spoke of ing I might be there.


She is right-a person him in the highest terms to Alice, and even of such appearance must have a noble mind intimated the fond wish that, when they should | and nature ! How strikingly he is what I imameet, an attachment might spring up between gined Wallace to be! But I must hasten home; them. To such intimations the maiden re- there is, no doubt, a message for me there from sponded with natural enthusiasm; for in her Aunt Rachel.” Here the young lady made a love for Aunt Rachel, and the romance of her sudden start, and with it, a new idea seemed to nature, she began to indulge soft dreams of a strike her mind and produce a change of lordly and loving being whose ardent soul would / expression on her countenance. As she walked

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