“But we, two plighted hearts, were wed; A merry marriage ye may wis;-- And guess ye me a happy life-- In England here, an honoured wife,-- Sweet friends, ye have not guess’d amiss! “But never more let it be said, The red man is of nature base; Nor let the crimes that have been taught, Be by the crafty teachers brought As blame against the Indian race!” MOURNING ON EARTH. She lay down in her poverty, Toil-stricken, though so young; And the words of human sorrow Fell trembling from her tongue. There were palace-houses round her; And pomp and pride swept by The walls of that poor chamber, Where she lay down to die. Two were abiding with her, The lowly of the earth,-- Her feeble, weeping sister, And she who gave her birth. She lay down in her poverty, Toil-stricken, though so young; And the words of human sorrow Fell from her trembling tongue. “Oh, Lord, thick clouds of darkness About my soul are spread, And the waters of affliction Have gathered o’er my head! “Yet what is life? A desert, Whose cheering springs are dry, A weary, barren wilderness!-- Still it is hard to die! “For love, the clinging, deathless, Is with my life entwined; And the yearning spirit doth rebel To leave the weak behind! “Oh Saviour, who didst drain the dregs Of human woe and pain, In this, the fiercest trial-hour, My doubting soul sustain! “I sink, I sink! support me; Deep waters round me roll! I fear! I faint! O Saviour, Sustain my sinking soul!” REJOICING IN HEAVEN. “Oh spirit, freed from bondage, Rejoice, thy work is done! The weary world is ’neath thy feet, Thou brighter than the sun! “Arise, put on the garments Which the redeemed wore! Now sorrow hath no part in thee, Thou sanctified from sin! “Awake and breathe the living air Of our celestial clime! Awake to love which knows no change, Thou, who hast done with time! “Awake, lift up thy joyful eyes, See, all heaven’s host appears; And be thou glad exceedingly, Thou, who hast done with tears! “Awake! ascend! Thou art not now With those of mortal birth,-- The living God hath touch’d thy lips, Thou who hast done with earth!” AN ENGLISH GRAVE AT MUSSOOREE. Mussooree, the site of a station which is now one of the chief resorts of the visiters from the plains, stands at an elevation of seven thousand five hundred feet above the level of the sea, and is situated on the southern face of the ridge called the Landour Range, and overlooking the village of that name, which has been chosen for the establishment of a military sanitarium, for those officers and privates belonging to the Bengal army, who have lost their health in the plains.