In Memoriam. - Mrs. Charles N. Cadwallader,

Died at Philadelphia, July 2nd, 1859, five weeks after her marriage.     The year rolls round, and brings again         The bright, auspicious day,     The marriage scene, the festive cheer,         The group serenely gay,     The hopes that nurs'd by sun and shower         O'er youth's fair trellis wound,     And in that consecrated rite         Their full fruition found.     But One unseen amid the throng         Drew near with purpose fell,     And lo! the orange-flowers were changed         To mournful asphodel.     Five sabbaths walk'd the beautiful         Her chosen lord beside,     But ere the sixth illumed the sky         She was that dread One's bride.     Yet call her not the bride of Death         Though in his bed she sleeps,     And broidering Myrtle richly green         O'er her cold pillow creeps:     She hath a bower where angels dwell,         A mansion with the blest,     For Jesus whom she trusted here,         Receiv'd her to His rest.