,--the gone before,--
The re-united ne'er to part,--behold
The teaching of no bitter precept lost,
Nor tear-sown seed fail of its harvest crown.

[1] Mrs. Eliza S. Robinson, the only child of Governor and Mrs.
Trumbull, whose early life had been a scene of singularly unbroken
felicity, was appointed to a fearful contrast of rapid and severe
bereavements. Her noble husband, Lucius F. Robinson, Esq., in the
midst of his days and usefulness, was suddenly smitten,--immediately
after, their beautiful child, Annie Seymour,--then her distinguished
relative, Chief Justice Storrs, who from her birth had regarded her
with a fatherly love; and then both her parents, side by side,
almost hand in hand, passed to the tomb.

With unsurpassed calmness, she met this whelming tide of sorrow,
girding herself to her maternal duties, in tho armor of a disciple
of Jesus Christ. Yet with little warning, she was herself soon
summoned to follow those beloved ones, dying in August, 1862, at
the age of 35, leaving three orphan daughters, and a large circle
of friends to lament the loss of her beautiful example of every
christian grace and virtue.

MRS. EMILY ELLSWORTH,

Wife of Govenor ELLSWORTH, and daughter of Noah Webster, LL.D., died
at Hartford, August 23d, 1861.

Not with the common forms of funeral grief
We mourn for her who in the tomb this day
Taketh her narrow couch. For we have need
Of such example as she set us here,
The sphere of christian duty beautified
By gifts of intellect, and taste refined;
A precious picture, set in frame of gold
And hung on high.

Hers was a life that bore
The test of scrutiny, and they who saw
Its inner ministration, day by day,
Bore fullest witness to its symmetry,
Its delicate tissues, and unwavering crown
Of piety. A heritage of fame,
And the rich culture of her early years
Wrought no contempt for woman's household care,
But gave it dignity. Order was hers,
And system, and an industry that weighed
The priceless value of each fleeting hour.
Hers was a charm of manner felt by all,
A reference for authorities that marked
The olden time, and that true courtesy
Which made the aged happy.

Scarce it seemed
That she was of their number, or the links
Of threescore years and ten, indeed had wound
Their coil around her, with such warmth the heart,
And cloudless mind retained their ener