TO MY ELDEST DAUGHTER ON HER BIRTHDAY. R. R. [EXTRACT.] My Child-my first-my own and most dear child! I always loved young children-always felt AN NINH puise and to dwell Talia dee, my Child!nies the cost must be, 1st we prize for our good, Y sin vision God rains.— And I have felt, in anxious moments oft, When on thy sleepless eyes and pallid face, With and affection I have looked, and watched less start, or touched thy throbbing pulse, each slightest change, each symptom my hopes, or crushed me to the weak is man, how great is God, noment's helplessness have owned trials, which we most would shun, 24 221 AN EPITAPH ON A CHILDE. The humbled heart is softened and improved. Those times are passed,—and thou art now my No more an infant, or a playful child, Thou now canst be companion of my mind, And lend to me the strength which once I gave, AN EPITAPH ON A CHILDE, SONNE TO HERE lyes within a cabinet of stone, life he laboured. Then deceast, Sabbath of eternal rest. h many thousand able men, g for, till three score yeers and ten, w enjoyes it with the saints in Heaven. STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD. C. E. DAPONTE. THOU who art hid for ever from these eyes, Beside thy early tomb with heavy sighs,- My child, thy spirit bending from the skies, Can view the wretched in the hour of prayer. Look on me now—and though it may not be That I shall trace thy heavenly form in airShadow immortal that I cannot see, O! wander round, and I shall deem I hear Thy low voice whisper-" Weep no more for me." THE BLIND MUSICIAN'S SON. CORNELIUS WEBBE. TWELVE mournful months have passed away, The arrow deeper driven !— The mother's tears the father's groan- The silence of the friend— The agony when left alone, Tell not of sorrow's end!— My cherished boy-my only one- My hope in age-my gifted son, Would I had died with thee ! Thou wert a star unto my way,- Thy father's friends they all were thine ;- |