Soldiers gathered, heroes gathered, women beautiful

were there:

Will he come, the land's Beloved, there to rest an hour from care?

Will he come who for the people

Long the cross of pain has borne-
Prayed in silence, wept in silence,

Held the hand of God alone?

Will he share the hour of triumph, now his mighty work is done?

Here receive the people's plaudits, now the victory is won?

O'er thy dimpled waves, Potomac, softly now the moonbeams creep;

O'er far Arlington's green meadows, where the brave forever sleep.

'Tis Good Friday; bells are tolling, bells of chapels beat the air

On thy quiet shores, Potomac; Arlington, serene and fair.

And he comes, the nation's hero,

From the White House, worn with care

Hears the name of "Lincoln !" ringing

In the thronged streets everywhere;

Hears the bells-what memories bringing to his long uplifted heart!

Hears the plaudits of the people as he gains the Hall of

Art.

Throbs the air with thrilling music, gayly onward sweeps the play;

But he little heeds the laughter, for his thoughts are fai

away;

And he whispers faintly, sadly: "Oft a Blessed Form

I see,

Walking calmly 'mid the people on the shores of Galilee; Oft I've wished His steps to follow,

Gently listen, wife of mine!

When the cares of State are over,

I will go to Palestine.

And the paths the Blessed followed I will walk from sea to sea,

Follow Him who healed the people on the shores of Galilee."

Hung the flag triumphant o'er him, and his eyes with tears were dim,

Though a thousand eyes before him lifted oft their smiles to him.

Forms of statesmen, forms of heroes, women beautiful

were there,

But it was another vision that had calmed his brow of

care.

Tabor glowed in light before him,

Carmel in the evening sun;

Faith's strong armies grandly marching
Through the vale of Esdralon;

Bethany's palm-shaded gardens, where the Lord the sis

ters met,

And the Paschal moon arising o'er the brow of Olivet.

Now the breath of light applauses rose the templed arches through,

Stirred the folds of silken banners, mingled red and white and blue;

But the Dreamer seemed to heed not: rose the past his

eye before

Armies guarding the Potomac, flashing through the
Shenandoah;

Gathering armies, darkening navies,
Heroes marching forth to die;
Chickamauga, Chattanooga,

And the Battle of the Sky;

Silent prayers to free the bondmen in the ordeal of fire, And God's angel's sword uplifted to fulfill his heart's

desire.

Thought he of the streets of Richmond on the late triumphant day,

When the swords of vanquished leaders at his feet surrendered lay,

When amid the sweet bells ringing all the sable multitudes

Shouted forth the name of "Lincoln !" like a rushing of the floods;

Thought of all his heart had suffered,

All his struggles and renown,—
Dreaming not that just above him

Lifted was the martyr's crown;

Seeing not the dark form stealing through the music. haunted air;

Knowing not that 'mid the triumph the betrayer's feet were there.

April morning; flags are blowing: thwart each flag a

sable bar,

Dead, the leader of the people; dead, the world's great

commoner.

Bells on the Potomac tolling; tolling by the Sangamon;
Tolling from the broad Atlantic to the Ocean of the Sun
Friend and foe clasp hands in silence,
Listen to the low prayers said,

Hear the people's benedictions,

Hear the nations praise the dead.

Lovely land of Palestina! he thy shores will never see, But, his dream fulfilled, he follows Him who walked in Galilee.

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH.

AUNTY DOLEFUL'S VISIT.

How do you do, Cornelia? I heard you were sick,

say,

and I stepped in to cheer you up a little. My friends often "It's such a comfort to see you, Aunty Doleful. You have such a flow of conversation and are so lively." Besides, I said to myself as I came up the stairs, "Perhaps this is the last time I'll ever see Cornelia Jane alive."

You don't mean to die yet, eh? Well, now, how do you know? You can't tell. You think you're a gettin' better, but there was poor Mrs. Jones sitting up, and every one saying how smart she was, and all of a sudden she was taken with spasms in the heart and went off like a flash. But you must be careful and not get anxious or excited. Keep quite calm, and don't fret about anything. Of course, things can't go jest as if you were down stairs; and I wondered whether you knew your little Billy was sailing about in a tub on the mill-pond, and that your little Sammy was letting your

fittle Jimmy a-down from the veranda roof in a clothes

basket.

Goodness! what's the matter? I guess Providence 11 take care of 'em; don't look so. You thought Bridget was watchin' them? No; I saw her talking to a man at the gate. He looks to me like a burglar. There was a family at Knob Hill last week all killed for fifty dollars. Yes, indeed. Now, don't fidget so; it will be bad for the baby.

Poor little dear! How singular it is, to be sure, that you can't tell whether a child is blind, or deaf and dumb, or a cripple, at that age. It might be all and you'd never know it. Most of them that have their senses make bad use of them though; that ought to be your comfort, if it does turn out to have anything dreadful the matter with it.

How is Mr. Knobble? Well, but finds it warm in town, eh? Well, I should think he would. They are dropping down by hundreds there from sunstroke. You must prepare your mind for anything. Then, a trip on these railroad trains is just a-riskin' your life every time. you take one. Back and forth as he is, it's just a-triflin' with danger. Don't forget now, Cornelia, that the doctor said you must keep calm.

Dear! dear! now to think what dreadful things hang over us all the time! Oh dear! Scarlet fever has

broken out in the village, Cornelia. Little Isaac Porter has it, and I saw your Jimmy playing with him last Saturday.

Well, I must be going now. I've got another sick friend, and I sha'n't think my duty done unless I cheer her up a little before I sleep. Good-bye. How pale you look, Cornelia. I don't believe you have a good