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For, hour by hour that lonely woman keeps
Her painful vigils there, she scarcely sleeps
By night or day, though o'er her sunken eye
Oft droops the heavy eyelid languidly.
And still she watches, while the moon's clear

Shines o'er the vallies low, and running stream;
Borne by the breeze the liquid air along,
Roll the sad echoes of her mournful song.

“How are ye fallen, my bright-haired sons ! Cut off in your beauty, my blooming ones; Struck down, ere the glory of manhood's prime, As a green tree falls before its time.

The bird shall spring from her grassy nest. And the wild goat climb o'er the mountain's

breast; But your princely forms shall no more be seen Bounding along in the forest green.

Hushed are the voices that whispered low, When ye knelt in prayer at the sunset's glow, Or poured forth your praises, to heaven borne By the light-winged zeyhyr of early morn.

But now ye must pass to the silent tomb,
Withered away


While I am left like a leafless tree,
Sad and alone in my misery.”

young bloom;

So weeps that mourning mother o'er the slain, Through the long day, and in the evening's

wane; No comfort near, no voice to speak relief, And stem the torrent of her spirit's grief; But, Jesus, Thou art ever near, to heal The soul's deep wounds; Thy loving heart

can feel Each sorrowing mourner's woe, for Thou hast

been A man of sorrows in this world of sin.

Saviour! Thy gracious voice shall stop the


Of deepest grief, since from Thy wounded side Flowed the full stream of love, in mercy spilt, To cleanse our wretched souls from all their

guilt; Sorrow and sinfulness, our only plea, Each weary heart shall find a rest in Thee.


“Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.”—Eccles. xii. 1.

ANNIE, thy brow is without a care,
And bright are the locks of thy sunny hair,
And pleasure beams in that happy eye,
While thy childhood's days pass lightly by.

But age may whiten that clustering hair,
And leave the traces of sorrow there,
May shade with its furrows that open brow,
And dim the eye that shines brightly now.
Then seek, dear child, in thy life's young bloom
A home of glory beyond the tomb:
In its early freshness yield the bud
Of unfolded days, to thy Maker God.
Seek Jesus first, and thy lot shall be
Happy through time and eternity.


“And the daughter of Pharaoh came down to wash herself at the river, and her maidens walked along by the river's side; and when she saw the ark among the flags, she sent hep maid to fetch it.

“And when she had opened it, she saw the child : ard, behold, the babe wept. And she had compassion on him, and said, This is one of the Hebrew's children,

“Then said his sister to Pharaoh's daughter, Shall I go and call to thee a nurse of the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for thee?

“And Phraoh's daughter said to her, Go. And the maid went and called the child's mother.

“And Pharaoh's daughter said unto her, Take this child away, and nurse it for me, and I will give thee thy wages. And the woman took the child, and nursed it."--Ex, ii. 5-9.

“And when he was full forty years old, it came into his heart to visit his brethren, the children of Israel.

“And seeing one of them suffer wrong, he defended him, and avenged him that was oppressed, and smote the Egyptian.

“ For he supposed his brethren would have understood how that God by his hand would deliver them; but they understood not.

“And the next day he shewed himself unto them as they strove, and would have set them at one again, saying, Sirs, ye are brethren, why do ye wrong one to another?

“But he that did his neighbour wrong thrust him away, saying, Who made thee a ruler and a judge over us?

“Wilt thou kill me as thou didst the Egyptian yesterday?

“ Then fled Moses at this saying, and was a stranger in the land of Madian, where he begat two sons.

“And when forty years were expired, there appeared to him in the wilderness of mount Sina, an angel of

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