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industry found encouragement, and These three j^eople all lived to be
the poor man had a friend. ' sixty-one years old, and then passed
The sufferings which terminated in away from a life of usefulness and kind-
his lamented death were borne with ness. They were beloved by their
the patience and resignation of a ("hris- town's folk, far and wide,
tian. ]evv, perhaps, know of these stones
The memory of the just is blessed. marking theirgraves; but by kind deeds
c i> I) ,. these people built monuments in
the memories of many that will never
Widow of Andrew Rollins, Ksq. perish.
Hied April 23, 1849, T'^is generation hears of them from
Aged 6 1 years. the one beiore.
��A NIGHT RIDE. {LAKE BAIKAL, EASTERN SIBERIA.)
��r.V TIIOMAs W. KXOX.
'J'lifi winter threw its fleec}' snows around us
On cold Siberia's plain; And winds from Arctic's icy climes had found us
Crossing their wide domain.
We i-eached the lake's low bank; our Jiait completed
AVe sought the other shoi-e, And anxiously our Cossack guide entreated
To take us safely o'er.
The frozen waters stretched away before us.
Spread like a silent sea. Our Tartar steeds with licry vigor bore us
Fast as the deer can flee.
And while they galloped o'er that inland ocean,
The night-cloud ope'd above; With flashing beams each star appeared in motion
Like eyes that glow with love.
Reflected 'neath us in that boundless mirror
The spangled dome was spread; It gave again, with not a single error,
The twinkling <;ems o'erhead.
And while we watched the stars, whose rays were beannnjj^
Through all that depth I)elow. The rising moon. \\\x\\ silver light, came streaming
Beyond the I-^astern snow.
'I'he skies were spread around, aI)Ove. below us.
The world was left behind. Ami Eastern light seemed sliining out to show us
Where Faitli and Hope are shrined.
Among those burning, starry clusters flying.
Breathless we held our way. Forgetting earth; but soon we saw. lialf sighing.
Tile gleam of breaking day.
And back to earth the sounding hoof -beats brought us.
And Cossack driver's yell. And morning winds on frost-blanched faces caught us
And broke that wondrous spell.
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