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industry found encouragement, and These three j^eople all lived to be

the poor man had a friend. ' sixty-one years old, and then passed

The sufferings which terminated in away from a life of usefulness and kind-

his lamented death were borne with ness. They were beloved by their

the patience and resignation of a ("hris- town's folk, far and wide,

tian. ]''evv, perhaps, know of these stones

The memory of the just is blessed. marking theirgraves; but by kind deeds

c i> I) ,. these people built monuments in

the memories of many that will never

Widow of Andrew Rollins, Ksq. perish.

Hied April 23, 1849, T'^is generation hears of them from

Aged 6 1 years. the one beiore.

��A NIGHT RIDE. {LAKE BAIKAL, EASTERN SIBERIA.)

��r.V TIIOMAs W. KXOX.

'J'lifi winter threw its fleec}' snows around us

On cold Siberia's plain; And winds from Arctic's icy climes had found us

Crossing their wide domain.

We i-eached the lake's low bank; our Jiait completed

AVe sought the other shoi-e, And anxiously our Cossack guide entreated

To take us safely o'er.

The frozen waters stretched away before us.

Spread like a silent sea. Our Tartar steeds with licry vigor bore us

Fast as the deer can flee.

And while they galloped o'er that inland ocean,

The night-cloud ope'd above; With flashing beams each star appeared in motion

Like eyes that glow with love.

Reflected 'neath us in that boundless mirror

The spangled dome was spread; It gave again, with not a single error,

The twinkling <;ems o'erhead.

And while we watched the stars, whose rays were beannnjj^

Through all that depth I)elow. The rising moon. \\\x\\ silver light, came streaming

Beyond the I-^astern snow.

'I'he skies were spread around, aI)Ove. below us.

The world was left behind. Ami Eastern light seemed sliining out to show us

Where Faitli and Hope are shrined.

Among those burning, starry clusters flying.

Breathless we held our way. Forgetting earth; but soon we saw. lialf sighing.

Tile gleam of breaking day.

And back to earth the sounding hoof -beats brought us.

And Cossack driver's yell. And morning winds on frost-blanched faces caught us

And broke that wondrous spell.

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