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She is distant from friends and from kindred;

She walks along lowly,

Lonely she walks among strangers;

They of her having no knowledge,

She not knowing them;

They look upon her

With cold and indifferent glances.

Yet still her spirit

O'erfloweth with joy,

With bliss gusheth over,

And bright are her eyes,

With warm tears of gladness.

She has one friend,

One friend who was dead,

And he has arisen,

And this is his day of arising,

The morning of Easter!

And fresh living breezes,

And the bright sun ascending,

And the ringing of church-bells,

And the fluttering of banners,

And flowers unfolding,

And twittering of lizards,

And the beating of drums,

And the blaring of trumpets,

And the great ocean,

And white doves which drink at the rim of the fountain;

They all speak of Him,

They all bear His name,

That name so beloved,

And His name by the whole world is borne!

April 20th.—Your birthday! Blessings on the day which gave me my dear friend! I cannot to-day present you with flowers, but I can sit down in thought with you, and tell you the history of the day, which was to me parti-coloured, but amusing, and which will perhaps amuse you more than a bouquet.

Two American gentlemen, of the chivalric species, whom I hope our Lord will bless with man's best reward—good and beautiful wives—had taken charge of me and my effects when I came by railway from Matanzas to Havannah, and conducted me and mine, safe and sound, to Havannah House. One of them, who has resided much in