"Oh, friends regretted, scenes forever dear,

Remembrance hails you with her burning tear!

Drooping she bends o’er pensive fancy’s urn,

To trace the hours which never can return;

Yet with retrospection loves to dwell,

And soothe the sorrows of her last farewell!"


Chapter XXVIII—The Antitype Of The Christian Home.

"Oh, talk to me of heaven! I love