In Memoriam. - Miss Alice Beckwith,

Died at Hartford, September 23d, 1859.     The beautiful hath fled         To join the spirit-train;     Earth interposed with strong array,     Love stretch'd his arms to bar her way,         All,--all in vain.     There was a bridal hope         Before her crown'd with flowers;     The orange blossoms took the hue     With which the cypress dank with dew         Darkeneth our bowers.     Affections strong and warm         Sprang round her gentle way,     Young Childhood, with a moisten'd eye,     And Friendship's tenderest sympathy         Watch'd her decay.     Disease around her couch         Long held a tyrant sway,     Till vanished from her cheek, the rose,     And the fair flesh like vernal snows         Wasted away.     Yet the dark Angel's touch         Dissolv'd that dire control,     And where the love-knot cannot break     Nor pain nor grief intrusion make,         Bore the sweet soul.