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THOUGHTS OF THERON. 359
•' THOUGHTS OF THERON.
AN EXTRACT FROM THE AUTHOR'S DIARY.
1_Jah. 1st, 18i0.—A long time has gone by since I have noted a single passing event. How could I? Some one has said that a victim on the rack cannot keep records. Thus it has been with me. Theron. has gone—he left us yesterday. He lingered until the old year had almost closed, and then commenced his new year in that clime where days are never numbered. 0, my dear brother! I have just looked upon that sweet face—just pressed that hand in mine, and knelt beside him. He spake not—he did not return the pressure of my hand,—but still he smiles! How cold, how pale are those dear lips ! 0 Theron, hast thou gone ? Hast tfiou gone forever ? How sweet the memory of thy example! 0 Saviour, let the mantle of my brother fall upon me !].
He rests at manhood's early dawn, Care has not mark'd his snowy brow;
But from his cheek the rose has gone, 'Tis overspread with paleness now.
Those snowy eyelids, darkly fringed, Lie softly as in slumher deep—
Those smiling lips are faintly tinged With life,-as if in gentle sleep.
How calm—how holy seems his rest, Unbroken by one ling'ring breath !
What heavenly smilings seem impress'd On the calm features cold in death!