In Memoriam. - Mrs. Margaret Walbridge,

Died at Saratoga, N.Y., June 2d, 1862, aged 35.     WRITTEN ON HER BIRTH-DAY.     This was her birth-day here,         When summer's latest flowers     Were kindling to their flush and prime,     As if they felt how short the time         In these terrestrial bowers.     She hath a birth-day now         No hastening night that knows,     She hath a never-ending year     Which feels no blight of autumn sere,         Nor chill of wintry snows.     She hath no pain or fear,         But by her Saviour's side     Expansion finds for every power;     And knowledge her angelic dower         An ever-flowing tide.     They sorrow, who were called         From her sweet smile to part,     Who wore her love-links fondly twined     Like woven threads of gold refined         Around their inmost heart.     Tears are upon the cheeks         Of little ones this day,     God of the motherless,--whose eye     Notes even the ravens when they cry         Wipe Thou their tears away:     Oh, comfort all who grieve         Beside the sacred urn,--     For brief our space to wail or sigh,     Like grass we fade, like dreams we fly,         And rest with those we mourn.