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many , I the ^ 4 ^ tmfl&t j h * plr > y in th ^ byMr ^ paytog a « Wa ? l portion of the debt which the priVS ^ fe df stnfve ^ ng the ' eliar&atir ' tif your English Church in its important a * f& | kl * e ( though as yet unreconciled ) Contrasts , has laid upon me . Airf' iff- tMigltt ^ express a wish which forced itself upon me at the close of this Ic-ng fetter ; it is , that more of your young theologians
would visit our ProteitaWUniverities , become acquainted with our theologians , and hear our preachers , only not making a transient and hasty stay , nor living principally amid books , but acquainting themselves with the peqple , and the church , and the literature , in their real character , and ready for mutual , confidential interchange of their different talents . With real regard and esteem ,
Yours most sincerely , Charles Henry Sack , Professor of Theology and Minister of the Evangelical Church of Bonn . Bonn , July 27 , 1827 .
She died in Summer eve—the twilight pale Fading in beauty from her languid eyes Around her the last zephyr's gentle gale , And on her ear soft mingling melodies—She died 'midst fragrant dews and closing flowers , In the delicious calm of evening hours . And did she gaze on all the radiant bloom
That shone around her in its careless pride ? Amidst the coldness of approaching doom , Of living beauty saw she aught beside ? Bright flowers , soft air , and richly glowing skies , Had these her heart ? had these her dying sighs ?
Ah , no ! There knelt beside her one alone , Whose young , slight form had riveted her look ; A fair cheek scarce less pallid than her owri ; A soft , clear brow , which bloom had all forsook ; Dark , heavenly eyes , filled with resistless teats—The Sister of her first and happiest years . She did not weep , but as those eyes she read ,
With tenderness and grieving love o ' erfraught , With throbbing heart and faltering voice she said , " Sister , recall me sometimes to your thought ; 'Midst dearer hopes and gayer scenes , oh yet Let not your heart this evening hour forget !
" Oh , sometimes , tho * all else should have forgot * As the south wind shuts the last violet , Come with full heart to this deserted spot , And think of days Wheri here we fondly met—Retrace our infant sports—our youthful love—And turn some sweet and sorrowing thoughts above .
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THE SISTERS .
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1828, page 530, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2563/page/18/