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Rh "When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean. And billows wild contend with angry roar, Tis said, far down bentrath its wild commotioni That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.

And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth. Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
 * 'Far, fkr beneath, the noise of tempests dieth.

There is a temple, sacred evermore, And all the babble of llfe*s angry voices Dies in hushed stillness at its peacefhl door.
 * ' So, to the heart that knows thy love, Forest,

'Tar, far away the roar of passion dieth, And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefblly. And no rude storm how fierce soe*er it flieth. Disturbs the soul that dwells, Lord, in thee.

Thou ever livest, and thou changest never; And in the secret of thy presence dwelleth Fulness of Joy, forever and forever."
 * ' O rest of rest I O peace, serene, eternal I

In the year 1864 Mrs. Stowe built a beautiful house in the city of Hartford, where she has since resided, surrounded by a large circle of family friends, and both admired and loved by all who enjoy the honor of her acquaintance.

In the midst of whatever can minister to comfort, or invite to leisure and repose, her years are still years of literary labors, and also of rich fruits in their season. Late may she rest from those labors!