In Memoriam. - Madam Whiting,

Widow of the late SPENCER WHITING, Esq., died at Hartford, April, 1859, aged 88.     Life's work well done, how beautiful to rest.     Aye, lift your little ones to see her face,     So calmly smiling in its coffin-bed!     There is no wrinkle there,--no rigid gloom     To make them turn their tender glance away;     And when they say their simple prayer at night     With folded hands,--instruct their innocent lips     Meekly to say: "Our Father! may we live,     And die like her."                         Her more than fourscore years     Chill'd not in her the genial flow of thought     Or energy of deed. The earnest power     To advance home-happiness, the kindly warmth     Of social intercourse, the sweet response     Of filial love, rejoicing in her joy,     And reverencing her saintly piety,     Were with her, unimpair'd, until the end.     A course like this, predicted close serene,     And so it was.                         There came no cloud to dim     Her spirit's light, when at a beckoning brief     She heavenward went.                         Miss'd is she here, and mourn'd;     From hall, from hearthstone, and from household board,     A beauty and a dignity have fled,--     And the heart's tears as freely flowed for her,     As for the loved ones, in their prime of days.     Age justly held in honor, hath a charm     Peculiarly its own, a symmetry     Of nearness to the skies.                         And these were hers,     Whose life was duty, and whose death was peace.