And death has done his worst on thee;
Lie down thy hallowed sleep to take,
Till clothed with glory thou shalt wake.

Lie down, in peace, to take thy rest,
We can no longer watch thy bed,
But glorious Angels, Spirits blest,

Shall guard thee night and day instead;
And when thine eyes unclosed shall be,
Christ, in His glory, thou shalt see.

Lie down, in peace, to take thy rest,

My eyes must weep, my heart must mourn, But to thy soul, with Jesus blest,

For comfort and for peace I turn;

Thou wilt not mark these tears that flow,
Sorrow can never reach thee now.

Lie down, in peace, to take thy rest!
Let me betake myself to prayer;
Binding faith's corslet on my breast,

Lest Satan find an entrance there;
God gave-though now His gift He claim,
Still blessed be His holy name!

LI. THE BANIAN TREE.

THEY tell us of an Indian tree,
Which, howsoe'er the sun or sky

May tempt its boughs to wander free,
And shoot and blossom wide and high;
Far better loves to bend its arms

Downward again to that dear earth,
From which the life that fills and warms
Its grateful being first had birth.

'Tis thus, though wooed by flattering friends, And fed with fame-if fame it be,

This heart, my own dear mother, tends
With love's true instinct back to thee!

THOMAS MOORE.

LII. THE HOME BEYOND.

THESE are, perhaps, some of your trials. I dare say there are many more which the world knows nothing about, and which none will ever know but yourself. But, however thick they fall around you, and however

heavily they press upon you, you have only to carry them to God, and He will lighten your load, and make it easy to bear. Here is your remedy, and a promise with it, "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He will deliver thee." He will not only carry your burdens, but He will carry you. He, who has often laid you as a lamb in His bosom, will carry you now that you are old. He will not only bring you to Jordan, but He will carry you over it, and conduct you safely to the promised land.

Think, too, how light our trials are compared with the Saviour's. His was a storm of suffering, ours but a few drops, and for how short a time do even the severest of them last. In heaven we shall thank God for them, for we shall then see how needful they were for us. Christians! Bear

Cheer up, then, my fellow these trials meekly, pa

tiently, thankfully. Look upon them as the traveller does upon the rough rocks which serve as steps to bring him to his Father's

house

- turn them to good account.

Let

them not be hinderances to you, but helps on your way to heaven. Ask God to change them into blessings, and to make them useful to you. And just as when Noah was in the Ark, every wave that swelled only bore him up higher and higher towards heaven; so may every trial raise your soul above the world, and bring you nearer and nearer to God.

OXENDEN.-The Home Beyond.

LIII. KOERNER AND HIS SISTER.

"Vergiss die treuen Todten nicht.”

GREEN wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest, Thou that beneath its crowning foliage

sleepest,

And, in the stillness of thy country's breast,

Thy place of memory as an altar keepest; Brightly thy spirit o'er her hills was poured, Thou of the Lyre and Sword!

Rest, bard! rest, soldier! By the father's hand Here shall the child of after years be led, With his wreath-offering, silently to stand

In the hushed presence of the glorious dead— Soldier and Bard! for thou thy path hast trod, With freedom and with God.

The oak waved proudly o'er thy burial rite; On thy crowned bier, to slumber, warriors bore thee,

And, with true hearts, thy brethren of the fight Wept, as they veiled their drooping banners o'er thee;

And the deep guns, with rolling peal, gave token,

That Lyre and Sword were broken.

Thou hast a hero's tomb: a lowlier bed

Is hers, the gentle girl beside thee lying— The gentle girl that bowed her fair young head

When thou wert gone, in silent sorrow dying. Brother, true friend! the tender and the brave! She pined to share thy grave.