Rest not content in thy darkness- -a cloa. Work for some good be it ever so slowly; Cherish some flower be it ever so lowly; Labor- all labor is noble and holy; Set thy great deeds by thy prayer to thy God." One little jewel still remained, a gift from Mrs. Orne. The Moonlight Hour. "In the calm stillness of the night, Now memory's eye may scan those years, pure, Ere cold misfortune urged our tears, Fair vision of those days yet stay! Why wouldst thou hence so soon depart? Now while I watch the moon's pale ray, Though sorrow oft may coldly gleam Kate now arose and pursued her homeward way. The gentle moon lightened her path, and the glistening stars seemed to watch her like so many bright friendly eyes, looking down from the world of glory. She soon met Miss Mary Spencer, who had been rambling alone, and during her walk had arranged this string of pearls which she now presented to Kate: The Eyes of Night. "Night has eyes-sparkling eyes! Some soft, some bright; The flashing fire ne'er dies, Night has many woers To watch her eyes, Night has a witching spell A perfumed breath has night; It wafts the sighs Of flowers young and bright Night has a breathing tone, Of softest music, thrown From fairy's knell. Spirits from a brighter, purer world seemed hovering in the air, and Kate listened intently to the sweet unknown voice which whispered in her ear the following words: "It is a beautiful belief That ever round our head, It is a beautiful belief To bid the mourner cease to mourn; To bear away from ills of clay, Ah, when delight was found in life, And joy in every breath, I cannot tell how terrible But now the past is bright to me, For 't is my faith that after death Just in her path was lying a small scroll, which Kate picked up, and found it proper to add to her other treasures. "We all might do good Where we often do ill, Kindly breathed or supprest, We all might do good In a thousand small ways |