"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