In Memoriam. - Richard Ely Collins,

Son of Mr. MORRIS COLLINS, died at Wethersfield, September 5th, 1862, aged 3 months and 27 days.     It was a sad and lovely sight         They call'd us to behold,     That infant forehead high and fair,     Those beauteous features sculptured rare,         Yet breathless all, and cold.     Heard it in dreams, an angel voice         Soft as the zephyr's tone?     The yearning of a Mother mild     To clasp once more her three months' child         But a few days her own?     Just a few days of wasting pain         She linger'd by its side,     And then consign'd to stranger arms     The frail unfolding of the charms         She would have watch'd with pride.     Yet happy babe! to reach a home         Beyond all sorrowing cares,     Where none a Mother's loss can moan     Or seek for bread, and find a stone,         Or fall in fatal snares.     Thrice happy,--to have pass'd away         Ere Time's sore ills invade,--     From fragrant buds that drooping shed     Their life-sigh o'er thy coffin-bed--         To flowers that never fade.