[Por the Argus.l Oh, cruel Death ! Why enter here, Where we have none to spare? And least of all the little sister-mother, Whoae loving heart and g-entln hand So sweetly cared for sisters and f or brotherg. The loving guide to the little band Whose home was bright And heart6 made light By the smile of that darling face ! Why, oh why do yon enter there To darken, to blight, the vacant chair no more to flll ? Oh cruel tyrant. Death. An angel from the realms of joy replies: "Weep not, ye know not now. Ye cannot see the radianoe of that angel face. She joins the happy throng Whose joys to her belong: Her place is here in Paradise.