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IN MEMORIAM.,

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IN MEMORIAM. "BELOV'D ONES, FAREWELL, I I DYING." The following lines are a translation of a poem written by Mr E. Hevin Jones to the memory of Mrs Evan Jones, Oaatle-square, whose deatn we recorded a few weeks ago. I. In watching the merciless thrust of the sword Which scatters our loving relations In finding entombed under verdureless turf The subjects of all our affections; II. Perceiving our beautiful flowers of hope Fall down in decayed witheratioll; And seeing the happy sweet dream of our youth Transpire in false expectation III. We shudder and question,—Oh! Death can it be That thou hast our life in thy keeping; Thy deadly commands have our atmosphere filled With wretchedness, sorrow, and weeping. IV. Firom the brink of the future resoundeth the voice Of one who thus murmur'd when parting: Death severs the link which connect you and me- Beloved ones, farewell, 1 am dying. v. Though sweet, as is life, there is no one who can Postpone the dread moment of parting 'Tifl God's visitation,—I hear his approach,— Belov'd ones, farewell, I am dying. VI. To yield to the ruling, and bid you adieu Hew painful it is to my feeling, But I must submit, and the Lord have his way,- Belov'd onet, farewell, I am dying. VII. My,parents! my husband my children! Oh! how Distressingly pdnful the parting; I'd like for your aakes to be spared, but I sha'n't,- Bslov'd ones, farewell, I am dying" VIII. Her youngest, dear child took the perishing hand And as by her side he was kneeling, The spirit departed away to the land Which seek no bid farewell or dying. Carnarvon. DAVID EDWARDS. "DON'T FORGET ME." Forget thee ? Tell the river That wiuds through yonder lea Not to forget its journey Home té1 the distant sea. Forget thee ? Speak a warning Out to that glorious star Not to forget her radiance Comes from the sun afar! Forget thee ? Warn the dawning That spreads its spotless light Not to forget its lising Succeeds the arid night! Forget thee ? Ask the mother If she can ever rest Without a thought of someone She nursed upon her breast! Forget thee ? Tell the swallow Not to forget the spring Remind the birdtl of summer Lest they forget to sing Forget thee ? Stop the flowers Tliat fill the lap of May To reach their lips in longing To kiss the lid of day Forget thee ? Isk the billow To sleep upon the main! Or dream the sun when setting Will never rise again Forget thee ? Ask me, rather, With all life's blisses part, And do not hint that ever Thy light can leave my heart. Carnarvon. EDWIN HEVIN JONBS.

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