Then answered I and said, I beseech thee, O Lord, let me have understanding. For it was not my mind to be curious of the high things y but of such as pass by us daily. Harriet Martineau's Hymn.* * Which may be sung where it can be so arranged. [The only hymn known to me in which a Supreme Cause is implied without being asserted or denied, or the reader committed to belief in it.] Beneath this starry arch Nought resteth or is still, But all things hold their march As if by one great will: Moves one, move all: Hark to the footfall! On, on, for ever! Yon sheaves were once but seed; Will ripens into deed. As eave-drops swell the streams, Day-thoughts feed nightly dreams; And sorrow tracketh wrong, As echo follows song, On, on, for ever! By night, like stars on high, The hours reveal their train; They whisper and go by; I never watch in vain: Moves one, move all: Hark to the footfall! On, on, for ever! They pass the cradle-head, And there a promise shed; They pass the moist new grave, And bid bright verdure wave; They bear through every clime, The harvests of all time, On, on, for ever! II.--AT THE GRAVE OF A CHILD. The death of a child is alone its parents' sorrow. Too young to know, too innocent to fear, its life is a smile and its death a sleep. As the sun goes down before our eyes, so a mother's love vanishes from the gaze of infancy, and death, like evening, comes to it with quietness, gentleness, and rest. We measure the loss of a child by the grief we feel. When its love is gone, its promise over, and its prattle silent, its fate excites the parents' tears; but we forget that infancy, like the rose, is unconscious of the sweetness it sheds, and it parts without pain from the pleasure it was too young to comprehend, though engaging enough to give to others. The death of a child is like the death of a day, of which George Herbert sings: "Sweet day, so clear, so calm, so bright Bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night-- For thou must die."