The next morning I left Elmwood. When I again revisited my early home, a plain slab of marble in the churchyard bore the name of Mary Atherton.
SUNSET ON THE RIVER DELAWARE.
A SONNET, TO "SIBYL."
BY J. I. PEASE.
A day of storms!—But, at its latest close,
Beyond the cloud, comes forth the glowing sun,
Kissing the waves to dimples, one by one,
O'er which our homeward bark serenely goes.
The blue expanse with tremulous lustre glows,