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 LAYS FROM ABOVE.

��An interesting young lady, who was deprived of the powers of hearing and speech, cherished so ardent an affection for her father, that, after his death, she said, in her strong language of gesture, " her heart had so grown to his, it could not be separated." She was suddenly called in a few days to follow him ; and from the abodes of bliss, where we trust she has ob- tained a mansion, may we not imagine her thus addressing the objects of her fondest earthly affections?

��SISTERS ! there's music here;

From countless harps it flows, Throughout this bright celestial sphere Nor pause iior discord knows. The seal is melted from my ear

By love divine, And what through life I pined to hear,

Is mine ! Is mine ! The warbling of an ever-tuneful choir, And the full deep response of David's sacred lyre.

Did kind earth hide from me

Her broken harmony,

That thus the melodies of heaven might roll, And whelm in deeper tides of bliss, my rapt, my wonder- ing soul ?

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