...The acene then changes to the farm where Prince Heury u residing. Tis the cessation of our hreath. Silent and motionless we lie ; And no one knoweth...Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more 1 smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautif'il than before. Like violets failed were...

...dreaming, or awake I Thou speakest carelessly of death, And yet thou knowest not what it is. IL8IE. Tig the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless...And no one knoweth more than this. I saw our little Qertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was...

...are of no ordinary chartcter. Take, from a child's lips, the following description of DEATH. 'TIS tbe cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie : And no one knoweth more than this. I saw oar little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more 1 smoothed the pillow beneath her head....

...about death, when her parents warn her against rashly acquainting herself with what she knows not of! 'Tis the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie : And no one knoweth more than this — and then recalling a little sister's death-bed — and how the quiet corpse lay there more beautiful...

...about death, when her parents warn her against rashly acquainting herself with what she knows not of ! 'Tis the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie : And no one knoweth more than this — and then recalling a little sister's death-bed — and how the quiet corpse lay there more beautiful...

...clime where rises the sweet zephyr to unfold the new leaves wherein Europe sees herself fresh-clothed.' Tis the cessation of our breath, Silent and motionless...Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smooth'd the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before, Like violets faded were her...

...dreaming, or awake ? Thou speakest carelessly of death, And yet thou knowest not what it is. ELSIE. "f is the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless...than this. I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left oft' breathing, und no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before....

...in their stalls. What is death? 'T is the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie: Ami no one knoweth more than this. I saw our little Gertrude die; ™e left off breathing, and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful...

...and my Lord, I beseech thee, I entreat thec, Guide me in each act and word.'* JANE E. HAY. 4U XII. " I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing,...and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head." JA.XE E. HAY. 4!) XIII. " Why keep me pacing to and fro Amid these aisles of sacred gloom I " NIKKEI...

...it may baffle all physicians and physiology to determine ; but in the final one there is no enigma. 'Tis the cessation of our breath, Silent and motionless...Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smooth'd the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before, Like violets faded were her...