...humble as old Mabel die. Death had assumed to her a benign and holy aspect ; she almost felt — " There is no Death. What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but the suburbs of that Life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death."* The next day Father Fabian, in the...

...not thy heart " fret against the Lord," for he hath done all things well. " There's no such thing as death,— What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but the suberbs of a life elysian, Whose portals we call death." You could have fed your little one with...

...OLD MAN. follow her. And then we shall meet to part no more ! CONCLUSION. BY FANNY CALROW. " There is no death ! — what seems so is transition ; This...of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death." LONGFELLOW. 0 part no more"— they have met now to part no more. Yesterday morning my dear, kind uncle...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us hut sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...was tenderly recorded by one who stood beside her and has long since joined her in Heaven : " There is no death — what seems so is transition : This...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death !" Of the members of the Cabell family in Lynchburg, Mrs. WILLIAM LEWIS, of Mount Athos, may properly...

...these earthly damps; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death! What seems so, is transition; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead ; the child of our affection ; But gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone...

...these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. « There is no Death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone...