own expense?" Mississippi who spoke. "Yes," replied Dr. Evelyn. "He has candelabras or chandeliers to be seen, devoted himself to the work of carrying but Dr. Evelyn said "when the gas was out Mrs. Murray's designs. It seems to be lighted, it made wreaths of living flame his great conselation to do so; and it has around each capital, and a crown of glory really kept Mr. Danvers alive. Selman is above the altar; above the pulpit, a flamlike a son to the old man. The church is ing cross of light." The East window, of superb, as you will see. Selman occupies the richest stained glass, was a copy of the two rooms he had built in the North Raphael's Cartoon of the Resurrection of tower-the upper as a chamber, the lower our Lord in the Vatican; the nave winas a place for his books -thus keeping a dows, and those of the clerstory, were perpetual watch over the spot where the splendid in harmonious color; the sittings Archdeaconess rests. She is buried in the were open, and had carved ends. In the church. He has his office in the main centre of the Northern wall opened a building of the Home, and takes his meals small sepulchral chapel, enclosing a space with Mr. Danvers, in the old gentleman's of twenty feet, built on to the church in a Looms. Selman has taken Dr. Leonard's kind of half octagon. The nave windows, place in the establishment, and devotes on each side of this, represented, one, the himself to the sick; he is an able physi- anointing of Christ's feet by Mary Magdacian-above all, a capital surgeon-and lene, with the words below, "She hath the poor like him very much. He seems done what she could ;" the other, the scene contented and cheerful, but keeps himself of the good Samaritan. The octagon itas much occupied as possible. It is difficult to get hold of him, I find; he is always so busy."

It was the Bishop of pond, stood upon a raised platform beside the door of entrance. There were no

They stood by this time in front of the church-a noble Gothic structure, built of brick, faced with native marbles-no sham work about it. Every bracket, pirial and spire was of elaborate sculpture in stone some of it rough, but all real. "This must have been very expensive," remarked the Bishop of Mississippi.

"Not so much so as you would suppose," replied Dr. Evelyn. "The stone and marbles were brought entirely from Mississippi and Tennessee, and worked by native stone-cutters. Selman is very severe in his tastes."

In the midst,

self was faced with the bright, tender
green marble of Tennessee. The light
fell from above, through thick rose-colored
glass set in the half dome. The floor of
this chapel, was raised two steps above
that of the church, and covered with tiles
of solid reddish brown.
upon a white marble tomb, fashioned some-
what like a couch, with a drapery sculp
tured as if thrown modestly over the
lower part of the body, concealing the feet
and end of the couch, lay the marble sem-
blance of Agnes. The likeness was mar-
vellous. She was dressed as she was
when she died-the close-fitting gown,
the plain cap of the Deaconesses; the
beautiful face smiling with sweet content;

The door was open; they entered the her hands folded upon her breast, clasping building. The same richness and exquis-a small cross. Peace and beatitude ite taste pervaded the interior. The cler-beamed from the figure.

"How lovely."

"How like," burst simultaneously from the lips of the two prelates.

story was supported by solid shafts of native marble; the walls faced with a buffcolored marble; the floor laid with tiles of dark maroon and black, alternating in At the side of the tomb was the word,. mosaic; the chancel-screen and pulpit, which was at one side of the chancel, "Agnes-In Pace," carved on a panel of were of beautifully carved black walnut; the couch; close under the drapery, conthe lectern, an iron eagle with outspread cealed from a careless observer's eye, Dz. wings, supported the Bible and Prayer Evelyn showed them the sentence, en book; the altar of white marble, large, graved in small letters, "Agnes dulcissima and exquisitely sculptured, with priate symbols; the font, made to corres

appro

-Tu viris in Dee."

They stood looking at the tomb, con

follow you;

He shall soon deliver from every woe.
Alleluia.

If His paths ye tread,

Pleasures, as a river, shall round you flow.
Alleluia.

versing in subdued tones about the church His right arm is o'er us, He will guide us and the next day's consecration, until the through; church grew dusk in the rapidly glooming Christ hath gone before us-Christians, twilight. As they turned to go, casting a lingering look at the lovely image of the peaceful sleeper, the soft, low tones of the organ arose from the side of the chancel, concealed from all eyes by the high screen. Dr. Evelyn grasped their arms, and whispering, "It is Selman; he has entered without seeing us," drew them into a seat, so as not to disturb the musician. The sobbing notes of Mozart's Lachrymosa crept wailingly through the air; then the piteous Agnes Dei, from the Regmein. A change seems to come over the thought of the musician. The trumpet stop pealed out, and Robert's grand voice rose with the music. He chanted an Easter carol:

"The foe behind the deep, before

Our hosts have dared and past the sea,
And Pharoah's warriors strew the shore,
And Israel's ransomed tribes are free!
Lift up, lift up, your voices now-
The whole wide world rejoices now-
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously,
The Lord shall reign victoriously!
Happy morrow-turning sorrow
Into peace and mirth;

When ye see your Head,
With loins upgirt, and staff in hand,
And hasty mien, and sandalled feet,
Around the Paschal Feast we stand,
And of the Paschal Lamb we eat.
So shall He collect us-direct us
From Egypt's strand;

So shall He precede us, and lead us
To Canaan's land.

Toils and foes assailing, friends quailing,
Hearts failing-

Shall threat in vain,

If He be providing, presiding, and guiding
To Him again.

Christ our Leader, Monarch, Pleader, In-
terceder,

Praise we and adore

Exultation, veneration, gratulation,
Bringing evermore!"

The music ceased. The silent listeners heard the quick, low slam of the organ

Bondage ending-Love descending o'er the top; they saw Irin gliding away from the

earth!

Seals assuring, guards securing,

Watch his earthly prison;

bellows, with a lighted candle in his hand, which glimmered like a star in the darkness. As soon as Irin had left the church,

Seals are shattered, guards are scattered- Robert Selman issued from the chancel, Christ hath risen.

No longer must the mourners weep,
And call departed Christians dead;
For death is hallowed into sleep,
And every grave becomes a bed.
Now once more, Eden's door

Open stands to mortal eyes;

For Christ hath risen, and man shall rise.
Now at last, old things past,
Hope and joy and peace begin,

For Christ hath won, and man shall win.

It is not exile-rest on high;
It is not sadness-peace from strife;
To fall asleep is not to die-

To dwell with Christ is better life.
Where our banner leads us, we may safely

go;

Where our Chief precedes us, we may face

the foe:

walked swiftly to the tomb of Agnes, pressed a kiss upon the cold white brow of the statue, and quitted the church by the small door in the tower, which led to his apartments above. The moonbeams struggled through the stained windows. The gentlemen rose from their seats, and walked softly out of the church. The stars were brilliant. The Bishop of Louisiana looked up, and said:

"And they shall shine as the stars for ever and ever."

"Amen!" responded his companions. It was dark on earth, but so bright in Heaven. Peace, stillness and repose, and God's love over all, as they walked on in the night.

June 2nd, 1862.

FUNERAL OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.

DRYBURGH ABBEY.

'Twas morn-but not the ray which falls the summer boughs among,
When beauty walks in gladness forth with all her light and song;
'Twas morn-but mist and cloud hung deep upon the lonely vale,
And shadows like the wings of Death, were cast upon the gale.

For he! whose spirit woke the dust of nations into life,
That o'er the waste and barren earth spread flowers and fruitage rife-
Whose genius, like the sun, illumed the mighty realms of mind-

Had fled forever from the fame, love, friendship of mankind!

To wear a wreath in glory wrought, his spirit swept afar

Beyond the soaring wing of thought, the light of moon or star;
To drink immortal waters, free from every taint of earth-

To breathe before the shrine of life, the source whence worlds had birth!

There was wailing on the early breeze, and darkness in the sky,
When, with sable plume, and cloak, and pall, a funeral train swept by;
Methought-St. Mary shield us well-that other forms moved there
Than those of mortal brotherhood-the noble, young and fair!

Was it a dream? How oft in sleep we ask, "Can this be true ?"
Whilst warm imagination paints the marvels to our view!
Earth's glory seems a tarnished crown to that which we behold,
When dreams enchant our sight with things whose meanest garb is gold!

Was it a dream? Methought the "dauntless Harold" passed me by—
The proud "Fitz James," with martial step, and dark intrepid eye;
That "Marmion's" haughty crest was there a mourner for his sake;
And she the bold, the beautiful, sweet "Lady of the Lake;"

The "Minstrel," whose last lay was o'er-whose broken harp lay low-
And with him glorious "Waverley," with glance and step of woe.
And "Stuart's" voice rose there as when, 'mid fate's disastrous war,
He led the wild, ambitious, proud and brave "Vich Ian Vohr."

Next, marvelling at his sable suit, the "Dominie” stalked past,
With "Bertram," "Julia," by his side, whose tears were flowing fast;
“Guy Mannering," too, moved there, o'erpowered by that affecting sight;
And "Merrilles," as when she wept on Ellan-gowan's height.

Solemn and grave "Monkbarns" appeared amidst that burial line;
And "Ochiltree " leant o'er his staff, and mourned for "Auld lang syne!"
Slow marched the gallant " M'Intyre," whilst Lovel mused alone,
(For once "Miss Wardow's" image left that bosom's faithful throne.)

With coronach and arms reversed, forth came "McGregor's" clan-
Red "Dougal's" cry pealed shrill and wild-" Rob Roy's" bold brow looked

wan;

The fair "Diana " kissed her cross, and blessed its sainted ray;

And "Wae is me," the "Bailie" cried, "that I should see this day!"

Next rode, in melancholy guise, with sombre vest and scarf,

Sir Edward, "Laird of Ellieslaw," the far renowned "Black Dwarf."
Upon his left, in bonnet blue, and white locks flowing free-
The pious sculptor of the grave-stood "Old Mortality."

"Balfour of Burley," "Claverhouse," the "Lord of Evandale,"
And stately "Lady Margaret," whose woe might naught avail!
Fierce "Bothwell," on his charger black, as from the conflict won;
And pale "Habakkuk Mucklewrath," who cried, "God's will be done!"

And like a rose, a young white rose that blooms 'mid wildest scenes,
Passed she-the modest, eloquent, and virtuous "Jeanie Deans;"
And "Dumbidikes," that silent laird, with love too deep to smile,
And "Effie," with her noble friend, the good "Duke of Argyle."

With lofty brow, and bearing high dark "Ravenswood" advanced,
Who on the false "Lord Keeper's" mien with eye indignant glanced;
Whilst, graceful as a lovely fawn, 'neath covert close and sure,
Approached the beauty of all hearts-the "Bride of Lammermoor!"

Then "Annot Lyle," the fairy queen of light and song, stepped near, The "Knight of Ardenvohr;" and he, the gifted Highland seer. "Dalgetty," ," "Duncan," "Lord Monteith" and "Ranald,' met my viewThe hapless "Children of the Mist," and bold " Mich Connet Dhu!”

On swept "Bois Gilbert," "Front de Bœuf," " De Bracy's" plume of woe;
And "Cœur de Lion's" crest shone near the valiant "Ivanhoe;"
While soft as glides a summer cloud, "Rowena " closer drew,
With beautiful "Rebecca," peerless daughter of the Jew.

I saw the courtly Euphuist, with Halbert of the dell,

And like a ray of moonlight, passed the White Maid of Avenel.
Lord Morton, Douglas, Dolton, and the royal Earl marched there,

To the slow and solemn funeral chaunt of the Monks of Kannaquhair.

And she, on whose imperial brow a god had set his seal,
The glory of whose loveliness grief might not all conceal,
The loved in high and princely halls, in lone and lowly cots,
Stood Mary the illustrious, yet hapless "Queen of Scots."

The firm, devoted "Catherine," the sentimental Græm,

"Loch Leven," whose worn brow revealed an early blighted name,
The enthusiastic "Magdalen," the pilgrim of that shrine,
Whose spirit triumphs o'er the tomb, and makes its dust divine.

With "Leicester," Lord of Kenilworth, in mournful robes was seen,
The gifted, great "Elizabeth," high England's matchless Queen;
"Tressilian's "wild and manly glance. and "Varney's" darker gaze,
Sought Amy Robsart's brilliant form, coo fair for earthly praise.

Next "Norna," of the fitfel head, the wild Rheim-Kenner, came,
But shivered lay her magic wand, and dim her eye of flame.
Young "Minna Troil," the lofty-souled, whom Cleveland's love betrayed,
The generous old "Udaller," and "Mordaunt's "sweet Island maid.

Slow followed "Lord Glenvarloch," first of Scotia's gallant names,
With the fair, romantic "Margaret," and the erudite "King James,"
The woed and wronged "Hermione," whose lord all hearts despise,
Sarcastic "Malagrowsthee," and the faithful "Monoplies."

Then stout "Sir Geoffry," of the Peak, and "Peveril," swept near, Stern "Bridgeworth," and the fiery "Duke," with knight and cavalier. The fairest of fantastic elves, "Tenella," glided by,

And" Alice," from whose beauteous lip the light of joy was gone,

And "Quentin's" haughty helm flashed there, Le Balafre's stout lance,
Orlean's "Crevecœur," the brave Dunois, the noblest knight of France.
The wild Hayraddin followed by the silent "Jean de Troyes,"
The mournful “Lady Hameline,” and “Isabelle de Croyes.”

Pale sorrow marked young Tyrrell's mien, grief dimmed sweet Clara's eye, And Ronan's Laird breathed many a prayer for days and friends gone by; Oh ! mourn not, pious Cargill cried, should his death woe impart,

Whose Cenotaph's the universe, whose Elegy's the heart?

Forth bore the noble Fairford his fascinating bride,

The lovely Lilias, with the brave Red Gauntlet by his side,
Black Campbell, and the bold, redoubted Maxwell met my view,
And “Wandering Willie's ' solemn wreath of dark funereal yew.

As foes who meet upon some wild, some far and foreign shore,
Wrecked by the same tempestuous surge, recall past feuds no more,
Thus prince and peasant, peer and slave, thus friend and foe combine,
To pour the homage of their hearts upon one common shrine.

There "Lacy," famed "Cadwallon," and the fierce Gwenwyn marched on, Whilst horn and halbert, spike and bow, dart, glaive and javelin shoneSir Damian," and the elegant young "Eveline" passed there,

Stout "Wilkin," and the hopeless "Rose," with wild, dishevelled hair.

Around, in solemn grandeur, swept the banners of the brave,
And deep and far, the Clarions waked the wild Dirge of the Grave.
On came the "Champion of the Cross," and near him, like a star,
The regal "Berengaria "-beauteous Daughter of Navarre.

The high, heroic "Saladdin," with proud and princely mien,
The rich and gorgeous Saracen-the fiery Nazarine.

There Edith, and her Nubian Slave, breathed many a thought divine,
Whilst rank on rank, a glorious train, rode the Knights of Palestine.

Straight followed Zerubabel, and Joliffe of the Tower,

Young Wildrake, Markham, Razeldine, and the forest nymph, May Flower, The democratic Cromwell, stern, resolute and free,

The Knight of Woodstock, and the light and lovely Alice Lee.

And he! whose chivalry had graced a more exalted birth,
The noble-minded Henry, and the famed Fair Maid of Perth.
The intrepid Anne of Gierstein, the false Lorraine stepped near,
Proud Margaret of Anjon, and the faithful, brave De Vere.