20 BE TRUE.

upon ys darkness; a light from that
world where

Change finds no pathway,
Memory no dark trace.

Such was the language of many a
heart, as the loving and beloved for-
mer Mrs. Wingate was laid in her
narrow grave. How kind she was!
said her neighbors; How good! re-
sponded the poor; How true! whis-
pered the hearts of all—true to her
family, to héf friends, to her Christian
profession, and to her God. Well
may it be said of such, “ How can I
give thee up!” But let selfish grief be
silent. Blessed, blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord.

Who turns from his farm, or his
merchandise, at the voice of death ?
Man pauses a moment, till assured
that he is not the present mark of