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Rh UST where the evening sunbeams rest, there hangs A simple tablet with a maiden's name, And with a common history—alas, That such things should be common! There are some In youth so full of youth's divinest part, Its hope, its ready sympathies, its joy, That grief (our natural portion) seems to have No part in them. Edith was one of these. The morning gave its blushes and its light To that sweet face, which shone upon us all With an unconscious gladness. Never mouth

In the melancholy occupation of turning over the note book of a deceased friend, I met with the following copy of, or idea for, a monumental inscription:—