In Memoriam. - Mrs. Joseph Morgan,

Died at Hartford, August, 1859.     I saw her overlaid with many flowers,     Such as the gorgeous summer drapes in snow,     Stainless and fragrant as her memory.     Blent with their perfume came the pictur'd thought     Of her calm presence,--of her firm resolve     To bear each duty onward to its end,--     And of her power to make a home so fair,     That those who shared its sanctities deplore     The pattern lost forever.                         Many a friend,     And none who won that title laid it down,     Muse on the tablet that she left behind,     Muse,--and give thanks to God for what she was,     And what she is;--for every pain hath fled     That with a barb'd and subtle weapon stood     Between the pilgrim and the promised Land.     But the deep anguish of the filial tear     We speak not of,--save with the sympathy     That wakes our own.                         And so, we bid farewell.                     *     *     *     *     *     Life's sun at setting, may shed brighter rays     Than when it rose, and threescore years and ten     May wear a beauty that youth fails to reach:     The beauty of a fitness for the skies,--     Such nearness to the angels, that their song     "Peace and good will," like key-tone rules the soul,     And the pure reflex of their smile illumes     The meekly lifted brow.                         She taught us this,--     And then went home.