oneer in the work of pouring the light of
truth upon that dark land.--_Boston Traveler_.

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[FROM SARTAIN'S MAGAZINE, FOR AUGUST.]

REQUIEM.

UPON THE DEATH OF FRANCES SARGENT ASGOOD.

BY ANNE C. LYNCH.

To what bright world afar dost thou belong
Thou whose pure soul seemed not of mortal birth?
From what fair realm of flowers, and love, and song,
Cam'st thou a star-beam to our shadowed earth?
What hadst thou done, sweet spirit! in that sphere,
That thou wert banished here?

Here, where our blossoms early fade and die,
Where autumn frosts despoil our loveliest bowers;
Where song goes up to heaven, an anguished cry
From wounded hearts, like perfume from crushed flowers;
Where Love despairing waits, and weeps in vain
His Psyche to regain.

Thou cam'st not unattended on thy way;
Spirits of beauty, grace, and joy, and love
Were with thee, ever bearing each some ray
Of the far home that thou hadst left above,
And ever at thy side, upon our sight
Gleamed forth their wings of light.

We heard their voices in the gushing song
That rose like incense from thy burning heart;
We saw the footsteps of the shining throng
Glancing upon thy pathway high, apart,
When in thy radiance thou didst walk the earth,
Thou child of glorious birth.

But the way lengthened, and the song grew sad,
Breathing such tones as find no echo here;
Aspiring, soaring, but no longer glad,
Its mournful music fell upon the ear;
'Twas the home-sickness of a soul that sighs
For its own native skies.

Then he that to earth's children comes at last,
The angel-messenger, white-robed and pale,
Upon thy soul his sweet oblivion cast,
And bore thee gently through the shadowy vale,--
The fleeting years of thy brief exile o'er,--
Home to the blissful shore.

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MR. HEALEY is in Paris, engaged busily on his Webster and Hayne
picture, of which at the time of its projection, so much was said.
The canvas is some twenty feet by fourteen, and all the heads will be
portraits. It will be valuable, and must command a ready sale. Will
Massachusetts buy it for her State House, or South Carolina for her
Capitol? It would be a splendid ornament for Fanueil Hall, and not be
misplaced on the walls of the Charleston Court House.

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MAN