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My brother was a lovely boy,
With eyes of heaven's deepest Into,
His linlr in golden ringlets hung
Upon his little frock sobluo.
His noble brow was pnroly white.
And vied with tlio spotless winters snow.
Ills chorks were of the rose' hnn,
Olil liow I loved liim nono may know.
Ills rnhy lips when parted showed
Two shining rows oi penrly tooth.
His voice ! Wore cvor sweeter tone
In hosivon hoard, or oarlh beneath?
His merry rippling lnnghtor sprang
Prom n heart brimful of love.
His mellow tones in baby talk
Voro like the cooing of a dovo.
Once, when ho knolt, clothed all in white,
uesuic our geniio lnouier s Knee, i
l thought mm 'ike an angel lair.
Oh! did thoy love him more than wo!
Tlion when his evening prayer was said
1 took him In my arms with caro.
1 laid him in his little bed.
And brushed from his brow his silken hair.
Then with his arms my neck entwined,
lie whispered softly In his sleep,
" 1 lovo you. sister dear. Good night.
I prny the Lord my soul to keep.v
I knolt beside his little eot.
And asked In silent, furvont pi ay or.
That angels would their vigil keep,
"While ho so caliny slumbered there.
And whim the morning clear had dnwned,
1 crossed the room u his llttlo bod.
Ivest 1 should break his slumbers sweet,
1 moved with soft audolsoless treud.
I5ut oli I my head sank low with fear,
Vorhls breath was short and quick.
And the flush of fever on his cheek,
Told that our darling boy was slok.
Two weary days and nights of'pain,
Two days of watching by his bed,
Then from that little form so dear
His loving spirit now had lied.
Wo placed one band upon his breast,
"Which tightly grasped a pure white fiowor.
Just so whilo living hero -with us,
Ho held our hearts each in his power.
"We lay him then beneath the sod,
"With loving fingers planted thore
The flowers he used to love so well,
Before he dwell anion" the iulr.
Wo know he,s In tho arms of , Teens,
In that bright and talrcrland
A fit companion for the angels,
A member of their happy band.
Inx MAY Henison.
TIT K WOXDJSltFUL GASJ)E2k
I am going to toll you of a wonderful
garden. The grounds arc planted beauti
fully, tlio walks ave carpeted with grass so
soft thai it seems 'ike velvet to your feet.
The garden is a sacred place, and the
owner never allows any one to enter unless
it "be a true friend. The flowers arc rich
and grand and almost innumerable, but
lioreand there 1 can distinguish a plant
that I know. In one spot, just where the
warm sunshine kisses il, Is the little plant
of patience with its opening buds smiling
upward. Reside it is hope, standing firm
and strong in the rich soil that nourishes
it; not lar from hope is chanty; and
gathered around, funning a rich mass of
foliage are gentleness, watchfulness, truth,
kindness and failh; while twining around
all these, and looking to them for support
is meekness.
On out; side of the garden are little
pi tin Is of hope, arranged so as to form this
motto, "In Thee I trust."
Sometimes the little weeds of regret
and longing are seen to peep above the
ground, but lliey are never allowed to take
airy more than a peep, for thoy are Immed
iatoly uprooted.
The sunlight that shines on tho flower
is the light of God's smile, and the gurden
is In Ibo heart of a true and noblewoman,
so pure, so good, yet so sacred that but a
few of the nearest and dearest friends
catch a glimpse of the hidden treasures,
but strangers know it is there, for the
peace and quiot reigning look from the
windows of the soul, and the smile on the
face makes one think that some of the
rays of light shining In the garden are re
flected and fall on the passers b3
E. B. B.