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"To die, is landing on some silent shore,

Where billows never beat nor te, Mary had lain in the deep, dreahs, which waved to and fro before her , threw long shadows athwart the wall and across the deserted yard Evening was creeping slowly on Over the wan, yet lovely face of the sleeper had co, yet indescribable It ever appears when Death approaches to claih the shadow cast by his black pinions Mary opened her eyes and looked silently on the sad group which clustered around her couch Mr Stewart, alone able to command his voice, asked if she was not better, as she had slept so gently

"All is well, Mr Stewart--I have no pain;" and her eye again rested on Florence Long was the look, and full of deep, unutterable tenderness Feebly she extended her hand

"Florry!"

Her cousin knelt beside her, and buried her face in her hands Mary laid hers on the bowed head

"Dear Florry, I have little tirets Ah! my cousin, I thank God that you will be so happy When you h, and your heart will ache for h bodily absent, I shall not be far away, Florry My spirit will hover round the loved ones I leave on earth Your dead, forer about your earthly path, and in the hour like this will bear up your spirit to God Think not of rave I shall not be there, but ever near you I do not say, try to forgetyou to think of lorious reunion in heaven! Florry, there is one thing which will stand between you and htiness, and learn to lean on God, and walk in accordance with his law Oh! ould exchange the hope of a Christian for all that worlds could offer? One h life, and do without it; but in the hour of death its claio down to the toht it was hard that I should die I aht and joyous, and if I ht stay, ood end I a in disguise Oh! then, when you are summoned away, may you feel, as I now do, that the arms of your God are outstretched to receive you" She held out her hand to Mr Stewart, who stood beside her: he clasped it in his