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    was an universal clamour for the manager . Another minute they were hushed into stillness by his appearance . Pale as ashes , with trembling lips , three words were all he uttered , ' She is dead !' A universal shudder ran through the house , but no voice spoke . Slowly , silently , each one , as if treading over a grave , departed ; and nothing now remained save darkness and death ! S . Y . ( To be continued . )

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    Does thy heart bleed—has early grief Planted its thorn within thy breast ? Oh ! turn to nature for relief , And she will soothe thee into rest .

    From out her treasured flowers and dews She will distil a healing balm , And soft , into thy soul infuse A heavenly and enduring calm . Her voice , the voice of living thing * Exulting in the bliss they share , The murmur of the rippling springs , The whisper of the summer air .

    Yes , these , with softly varied tone Shall win thee to the sweet belief , That thia wide earth is not alone A scene of dark unmingled grief . Dost thou , with tearful eye , look back

    Through the dim vista of long years , Where childhood ' s brightly-gleaming track Like a last ray of light appears ? Come to the daisy broidered mead , And where the cowslip hangs its bell , Oh ! these will sweetly , gently lead Thy spirit with a mystic spell .

    To those loved scenes where Nature first Opened her living springs to thee , And thy young heart , by feeling nurst , Gave back its own sweet melody . Is thy soul sick ; does it recoil From human guilt and human woe . Prom sordid pride , and craft , and guile . And pain tbat ha& no hope bejpw ?

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    Natures Miwi » terie * . 475

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    NATURE'S MINISTERIES .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1835, page 475, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2647/page/39/