MISS ANNA FREEMAN,

The world seems drearier when the good depart,

The just, the truthful, such as never made

Self their chief aim, nor strove with glozing words

To counterfeit a love they never felt;

But steadfast and serene — to Friendship gave

Its sacred scope, and ne'er from Duty shrank,

Though sternest toil and care environ it.

These, loving others better than themselves,

Fulfill the gospel rule, and taste a bliss

While here below, unknown to selfish souls,

And when they die, must find the clime where dwells

A God of truth, as tend the kindred streams

To their absorbing ocean.

Such was she

Who left us yesterday. Her speaking smile

Her earnest footstep hastening to give aid

Or sympathy, her ready hand well-skill'd

In all that appertains to Woman's sphere,

Her large heart pouring life o'er every deed,

And her warm interchange of social joy

Stay with us as a picture.

There, we oft

Musing, shall contemplate each lineament

With mournful tenderness, through gushing tears,

That tell our loss, and her unmeasured gain.