BROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown;

From the burden of the flesh,

And from care and sin released,

Where the wicked cease from troubling

And the weary are at rest.

The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er,
And hast borne the heavy load;

But Christ hath taught thy wandering feet
To reach His blest abode.

Thou 'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus,

On his Father's faithful breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling

And the weary are at rest.

Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor can doubt thy faith assail,

Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit, fail.

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And there thou 'rt sure to meet the good
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.

"Earth to earth and dust to dust!"-
Thus the solemn priest hath said:
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And seal thy narrow bed;

But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.

And when the Lord shall summon us
Whom thou hast left behind,
May we, untainted by the world,
As sure a welcome find.

May each, like thee, depart in peace,
To be a glorious, happy guest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.

H. H. Milman.

CHRISTIAN NAMES.

IN Christian world, Mary the garland wears;
Rebecca sweetens on a Hebrew ear;

Quakers for pure Priscilla are more clear,
And the light Gaul by amorous Ninon swears.
Among the lesser lights, how Lucy shines!
What air of fragrance Rosamond throws around!
How like a hymn doth sweet Cecilia sound!

Of Marthas and of Abigails, few lines

Have bragged in verse. Of coarsest household stuff
Should homely Joan be fashioned. But can
You Barbara resist,—or Marian?

And is not Clare for love excuse enough?

Yet, by my faith in numbers, I profess

These all than Saxon Edith please me less.

-C. Lamb.

HYMN.

HYMN.

FATHER in heaven! who gave me breath,
And made this world for such as me,
Remind me I must give at death
Account of all my deeds to Thee!

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If from the track of duty e'er

My thoughts would roam, my feet would slide,

Still may I feel that Thou art near,

And pray Thee, Lord, to be my guide.

Yes! from Thine eye's unsleeping lid,
And from thy presence none can flee:

The secret places are not hid,

And darkness is as light to Thee!

So when I wake to morning light,
My prayers to Thee shall still ascend,
And I will ask Thee every night

To bless my slumbers and defend.

D. M. Moir.

ENGLAND GOES TO BATTLE.

Now, glory to our England,

As she rises, calm and grand,

With the ancient spirit in her eyes,

The good sword in her hand!

Our royal right on battle-ground

Was aye to bear the brunt.

Ho! brave heart, for one passionate bound,

And take thy place in front.

Now, glory to our England,

As she rises, calm and grand,

With the ancient spirit in her eyes,
The good sword in her hand!

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ENGLAND GOES TO BATTLE.

Who would not fight for England?
Who would not fling a life

In the ring to meet a tyrant's gage,
And glory in the strife?

Her stem is thorny, but doth burst
A glorious rose a-top!

And shall our dear rose wither? First
We'll drain life's dearest drop!
Who would not fight for England?
Who would not fling a life

In the ring to meet a tyrant's gage,
And glory in the strife?

To battle goes our England,
All as gallant and as gay
As lover to the altar on
A merry marriage day!

A weary night she stood to watch
The battle-dawn uprolled,

And her spirit leaps within to match
The noble deeds of old.

To battle goes our England,

All as gallant and as gay
As a lover to the altar on
A merry marriage day!

Now, fair befall our England

On her proud and perilous road,
And woe and wail to those who make
Her footprints red with blood!
Up with our red-cross banner-roll!
A thunder-peal of drums!
Fight on there, every valiant soul,
And, courage-England comes!
Now, fair befall our England

On her proud and perilous road,
And woe and wail to those who make
Her footprints red with blood!

Now, victory to our England!
And where'er she lifts her hand
In Freedom's fight to rescue Right,
God bless the dear old land!

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