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Ah! gentle Mary! no sculptured h-flown panegyric was ever delivered, on thy life and death! Yet that silent tear of old Isaac's outspoke a thousand eulogies! It told of all thy kindness, charity, love, angelic purity of heart, and called thee "Guardian Angel" of the house of Ha alone in the parlor of her old and dearly loved home The apartment was much as she had left it five years before, and old fareeted her on every side She sat down to the piano, on which in girlhood she had practised, and gently touched the keys The soft tones, waking the "sluht ain she stood there an only cherished daughter, and her father's iainst thedistinctness before her And there, too, stood her cousin, with the soft blue eyes and golden curls of her girlhood; and she fancied she heard, once again, the clear, sweet voice, and felt the fond twining of her arotten circumstances in primitive freshness rushed upon her mind, and unable to bear the sad associations which crowded up, Florence turned away froave vent to an uncontrollable burst of sorrow-"Oh! what a luxury it is to weep, And find in tears a sad relief!"

And calmly Florence wept, not bitterly, for she had had rief and sadness Yet it was hard to coentle playmate of her youth, the parent she had almost idolized, and feel that she had left the-places She heard her husband's step along the hall, and saw him enter--she strove to repress her tears and see lips refused to s his arm around her, pressed her face to his bosom, and tenderly said: "Myabsence, and I could not leave her till this ed to come to you and sympathize and cheer"

"Do not thinkIt is seldoht I am overwhelmed with recollections of the past Oh! now, for the first tione forever Mary! Mary!love! Oh! how can I look forward to the long coain?"