eacefully,
and the Abbey came into the possession of a distant branch of the
Treherne family.

Wood End Cottage was vacant, and I purchased it; and assisted by Mr.
Dacre in the labor of love for our blessed Master, life has not passed
idly, and, I humbly trust, not entirely without being of use in my
generation. Previous to his decease, Lord Treherne caused a splendid
monument to be erected in Wood End church to the memory of Gabrielle,
and Ella his adopted daughter: the spotless marble is exquisitely
wrought, the mother and child reposing side-by-side as if asleep, with
their hands meekly folded on their breasts, and their eyes closed, as if
weary--weary.

The last fading hues of sunset, which so often rested on Gabrielle's
form as she knelt in her widowhood beneath the monumental glories of the
Trehernes, now illumines the sculptured stone, which mysteriously hints
of hidden things--corruption and the worm.

I love to kneel in the house of prayer where Gabrielle knelt: dim voices
haunt me from the past: my place is prepared among the green grass
mounds, for no tablet or record shall mark the spot where "Ruth the
cripple" reposes, sweetly slumbering with the sod on her bosom, "dust to
dust."

THE WASTE OF WAR.

Give me the gold that war has cost,
Before this peace-expanding day;
The wasted skill, the labor lost--
The mental treasure thrown away;
And I will buy each rood of soil
In every yet discovered land;
Where hunters roam, where peasants toil,
Where many-peopled cities stand.

I'll clothe each shivering wretch on earth.
In needful; nay, in brave attire;
Vesture befitting banquet mirth,
Which kings might envy and admire.
In every vale, on every plain,
A school shall glad the gazer's sight;
Where every poor man's child may gain
Pure knowledge, free as air and light.

I'll build asylums for the poor,
By age or ailment made forlorn:
And none shall thrust them from the door,
Or sting with looks and words of scorn.
I'll link each alien hemisphere;
Help honest men to conquer wrong;
Art, Science, Labor, nerve and cheer;
Reward the Poet for his song.

In every crowded town shall rise
Halls Academic, amply graced;
Where Ignorance may soon be wise,
And Coarseness learn both art and taste
To every province shall belong
Collegiate structures, and not