For I drank in solemn silence

To the memory of the dead.

When I brought my child-bride home, Ellie,
The home that once was ours,
She praised the decorated rooms,
The birds, the founts, the flowers;
But one sweet portrait from our walls
Had vanished by that night,
And she told me, with a fond caress,
She hid it from my sight.

Ah! did the poor child think, Ellie,
That you and I could part?
Ah! 'tis a sinful thing to give
The hand without the heart.
Good-bye! meet me in dreams, Ellie-
Nerve me to bear my lot,

Till I meet thee in that land, Ellie,

PASSETH AWAY.

"The fashion of this world passeth away."

WAY! tall trees bend down
And flowers die,

Rocks from the mountain fall,

Stars from the sky;

Footsteps are hushed that trod the mazy dance,

Eyes that were bright with beauty's sparkling glance,
Are closed to-day;

For oh, "the fashion of this world
Passeth away."

Who wears the envied crown

Of deathless power?

Hark! they are crashing down,

Temple and tower;

A tarnish on the soldier's glittering sheath,
A mould upon the snowy bridal wreath,

For oh,

Signs of decay;

"the fashion of this world

Passeth away."

Yet we dress dust with gold,

Oh, foolish gilders,-
And build on heaving sand,

Oh, reckless builders;

And meteors dance before us, and we try
To catch the starbeam, then exhausted lie,
And lose the day;

Owning, "the fashion of this world
Passeth away."

What's this world's friendship like?

A poisoned token,

The flattery of vain lips;

A goblet broken;

What is there to repay the heart's fond dream?
Floweth there nowhere an untainted stream?
Is all decay?

For oh," the fashion of this world
Passeth away."

Oh! source of every good,

Father above,

We bless Thee for Thy gift,

Undying love;

A tree, that heavy tempest cannot drench;
A flame, that “ many waters cannot quench,"

For oh,

'Tis heaven's own ray;

"the fashion of this world

Passeth away."

The bee within the sweetest flower will pain,
And the crushed fruit, although so sweet, will stain.
Father, we pray;

For oh, "the fashion of this world
Passeth away."

Up to Thy dwelling-place,
Redeemer, take us ;
Where Thy soft tones of love,
From sleep shall wake us,

Spotless to walk among Thy heavenly gardens;
Sinless to dwell beside Thy angel wardens.
Why this delay?

For oh, "the fashion of this world

Passeth away."

EMPLOYMENT IN HEAVEN.

On being asked "If you can choose your employment in heaven, what would you do?"

LITTLE while to rest,

A soft refreshing sleep,

And wake to meet dear loving eyes,

That never more shall weep;

To see the sunny smile

That set in life's eclipse;

To feel their glowing hands in mine,
Their breath upon my lips.

A little while to twine

Fresh roses, thornless flowers;
To walk without one trembling fear
Among the shady bowers.

A little while to view

My mansion built above;
A little while to learn the joy
Of never-ending love.

A little while to walk

The city saints have trod,

To bow, a being lost, redeemed,
Before the Throne of God;
To try the faultless tones,
My harp's melodious strain,