In Memoriam. - Mrs. Frederick Tyler,

Died at Hartford, Wednesday, June 19th, 1861.     They multiply above, with whom we walk'd     In tender friendship, and whose steadfast step,     Onward and upward, was a guide to us     In duty's path.                         They multiply above,     Making the mansions that our Lord prepared     And promised His redeemed, more beautiful     To us, the wayside pilgrims.                         One, this day     Hath gone, whose memory like a loving smile     Lingereth behind her. She was skilled to charm     And make her pleasant home a cloudless scene     Of happiness to children and to guests;     But most to him whose heart for many years     Did safely trust in her, finding his cares     Divided and his pleasures purified.     A sweet-voiced kindness, prompting word and deed,     Dwelt ever with her; and, when hours of pain     Narrowed the scope of her activities,     Its radiance comforted the friends who came     To comfort her.                         With soul serenely calm     She felt the cherished ties of earth recede     That long had bound her in such fond control,     And with a hymn upon her whitening lip,     A thrilling cadence tremulously sweet,     Into the valley of the shade of death     Entered unshrinkingly.                         How blest to rise     With song of praise, unto that tuneful choir     Whose harps are ne'er unstrung, and have no tone     Of weary dissonance.                         The rose of June     Was in its flushing, and a few brief moons     Had cast upon her lovely daughter's grave     Their hallowed lustre, when we laid so low     Her perishable part, seeming to hear     Their chant of welcome, unto whom the Sun     No more goes down, and partings are unknown.