EVA'S PARTING. I must leave you now, dear father— O, might we go together, Then we should part no more; And, father, when I'm sleeping O send him to his children, She counts the weary days. And now farewell, dear father, I see the gates of glory, Your Eva soars to rest. MARY A. COLLIER. When on earth, I said to thee, Sisters, robed in white, I see, From the changing scenes of time, Freed from sin and death and pain, This the dear departed's lay, Parents—while you fondly weep, Bow to God's mysterious will! Human heart hath not conceived, When life's closing hour draws nigh, you Summon from earth away, Then will you rejoice to be From your earth-born sorrows free, P. H. SWETSER. MIRA FLORENCE. Again another little bird From the parent nest has flown, And God again has thought it best So soon to claim his own. "So soon. Scarce had her little feet Began to press the sod, E'er they were turned to tread the street Fast by the throne of God. Just consecrated to the Lord,* Ye stricken friends, lift up your hearts The child thus loved, thus deeply mourned, Not with death's signet darkly set Upon her pure white brow, Nor 'neath the shadow of the tomb, She's with the angels now! REBECCA B. BARTLETT. *On the morning of this child's death, when only three weeks old, she was baptized and Christened at the Lynnfield Parsonage, in connection with the usual devotions around the Family Altar; not because the parents hold to the High Church doctrine of Baptismal Regeneration, or he Roman Catholic doctrine that baptism is essential to salvation; but because they wish to affix the seal of the Covenant to all their offspring, dedicating them thereby to the Lord forever, and considering Infant Baptism as one of the most beautiful and appropriate of all religious ceremonies. WHITE ROBES. "These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb."-REV. 7: 15 White, for heaven's infant bands! Passed they not spotless from the earth away, And for the young, pure white! They loved the Master much, and for His sake Now, in the heavenly places they awake Celestial music, and palm-branches bearing, And they who, gathered in From the hot ranks of mid-life's battle-field, |