have I witnessed such a scene. Husbands embracing wives, fathers clasping their sailor boys to their hearts, and mothers weeping tears of joy over beloved daughters.

It made me feel sad; I almost expected some one to take me in their arms and speak words of love and welcome; but all in vain, no one came, and oh! how lonely I felt then, and how my heart yearned for the "loved ones at home." After these merry greetings, all left the vessel, glad to be on land once more. I have never met any of them since. Our paths have never crossed again, and with an earnest prayer that they may be guided safely over life's rough sea, and at last glide peacefully into the harbor of heaven, we bid them a long, a last farewell.

CHAPTER IV.

thus how oft do life and death,

1 wine hand in hand together;

ind the funeral shroud, and bridal wreath,
How small a space may sever."

Mrs. Hemans.

"Yes, and He sends

Doop voice to us, from the Spirit Land,

Bread from the lips that once on earth were dear,
And derly they teach us how to strike

The k-note of that never ending song,

Which through the arch of heaven's high temple swells, God's will, not ours! God's praise forevermore!"

Mrs. Sigourney.

My a int's husband did not meet her as expected, and upon inquiring for the nearest boarding house, she was directed to one kept by an esimable lady named Brown. We soon arrived there, and were ushered into the parlor. It was a good sized room, furnished neatly, with an air of comfort about it that was refreshing after our long voyage.

The boarders were all pleasant and agreeable, but one among them attracted my attention particularly. Mr. Burns was very prepos

sessing both in manners and appearance; his features were handsome and manly, but there was constantly resting upon his countenance a look of melancholy, which seemed to say"I have suffered," and which drew my childish heart to him. Observing we were strangers in Baltimore, he soon sought my aunt and told her it would afford him much pleasure to give her any information she needed, or assist her in any possible manner. She thanked him for his kindness, and entered into conversation with him: he spoke in the highest terms of Americans, and said he had found them to be a kind, generous people. Shortly after, noticing me, he inquired if I was her daughter. She replied: "No-a sister's daughter." Then he asked me some questions about my home, and why I left my parents, so young, to wander so far from them. When I told him of the bright visions which had induced me to leave them, he only said-" poor child"-but spoke with so much feeling and pity, that I burst into tears, and wept long and loud, in memory of home and loved ones. He tried to soothe my sorrow; spoke tender words of consolation, and said he knew how to sympathize with me in the loss of home and

kind friends, for he was far from both. He then gave us the following sketch of his life:

"I am a native of Scotland, and an only child. My father was once very wealthy, but by a capricious freak of Dame Fortune, everything he possessed was swept from him, and he was reduced to poverty. Having been reared in luxury and affluence, this was a terrible blow, and it was very hard for him to begin the world anew. Before this reverse of fortune, I met and loved devotedly a beautiful girl of seventeen summers. She returned my affection, and our troths were plighted with the full approval of her parents. But when her father learned the vast estates I expected to inherit would never be mine, he called his daughter to him, and told her he would never consent to her marrying a beggar, and if she persisted in marrying me, in opposition to his wishes, he would discard her forever. Young loving hearts are not easily discouraged, and I wrote to her, stating, if she would consent to become my wife, we would go to America, and live in peace and contentment. She consented, we were married, and sailed for Baltimore. But our bright hopes were destined never to be realized, and a trial was in store

for me, calculated to cause the stoutest heart to faint in the conflict.

My wife was suddenly taken ill; everything was done for her recovery, but all in vain: the fiat had gone forth-she must die! Oh! the anguish of my heart, when told I must give her up-must part with the joy and sunshine of my life. A few hours before her spirit took its heavenward flight, she said to me in broken accents-"My beloved husband, I hear the whisper of the Death-Angel, and must soon be gone. A few hours ago, I had pleasant anticipations of sharing life's trials and vicissitudes with you, and finding a happy home by your side, but now that bright dream has vanished, those glowing hopes are given up for others far brighter and more cheering. My voyage will soon be ended; I shall scon enter a glorious land, roam fields of living green,' join the songs of the redeemed, and find a home in heaven. But ere I go promise, dear one, to love and serve God, and meet me there.' It was long before my rebellious heart could kiss the rod and promise to love Him who was depriving me of my idol; but fainter and fainter grew her breath; it must be said, or her spirit would depart under an