And to rest in the bosom of Jesus above.

The thought of these loved ones, now silent for aye,
Or lingering and trembling, and passing away.
Breathes sadness on nature, most cheerful and gay,
And traces these numbers--we're passing away.

But cease my complaining, we'll soon be at peace,
We'll rest from our labors, forever at ease;
There's rest for the weary and joy for our gloom,
For God is our refuge, in heaven our home.

Yes, earth with her pleasures, and all that we love,
We shall leave for the land of bright spirits above;
No blasting nor mildew, nor soul-blighting care,
No sorrow, no dying, no sin shall reign there."

The year 1861 opened full of excitement. Both North and South assumed
threatening attitudes. Raisin Institute was affected by it; yet the
work of the Lord prospered with us. Within three weeks fourteen of
our students experienced the new spiritual life. But soon our ranks
were broken. The seventy-five thousand men in arms called for at the
first by President Lincoln were not sufficient to suppress the slave-
holders' rebellion. Seventeen of our students enlisted for the bloody
conflicts of civil war.

Our principal, F. M. Olcott, had purchased my institution, and I
looked forward to a happy release of the $15,000 indebtedness that
was resting over Raisin Institute. The room-rent was not sufficient
to meet the interest and other incidental expenses, and the tuition