joyous tidings. Soon after the minstrel's departure, the precious
life became a sacrifice to the deep guilt of man: he died in
youthful years, torn from the world he loved, from the weeping
mother and lamenting friends. His mouth of love emptied the dark
cup of inexpressible affliction. In fearful anguish approached the
hour of the new world's birth. Deeply was he touched with the old
world's fearful death--the weight of the old world fell heavily upon
him. Once more he gazed placidly upon the mother, then came the
loosening hand of eternal love, and he slumbered. Few days only
hung a deep veil over the swelling sea, over the quaking land; the
beloved ones wept countless tears; the mystery was unsealed: the
ancient stone heavenly spirits raised from the dark grave. Angels
sat beside the slumberer, tenderly formed out of his dreams.
Awakened in the new glory of a god, he ascended the height of the
new-born world; and with his own hand buried within the deserted
sepulchre the old one's corpse, and with almighty hand placed over
it the stone no power can raise.

Yet do thy dear ones weep rich tears of joy, tears of emotion, and
of eternal gratitude beside thy grave; even yet, with glad alarm, do
they behold thee rise, themselves with thee; behold thee weeping,
with sweet feeling, on the happy bosom of thy mother, solemnly
walking with thy friends, speaking words as if broken from the tree
of life; see thee hasten, full of longing, to thy Father's arms,
bringing the young race of man, and the cup of a golden future,
which shall never be exhausted. The mother soon followed thee in
heavenly triumph; she was the first to join thee in the new home.
Long ages have flown by since then, and ever in yet higher glory
hath thy new creation grown, and thousands from out of pain and
misery have, full of faith and longing, followed thee; roam with