A Beautiful Extract

The following extract is frora a letter ' which was written upon the death of a cliild : It went iu the niorning - a bright and radiant moruing - inany went yesterday. more to-day, and thero are dewa to bc ! shed for the departures of to-morrow. - And can it be wondered that pleasant Summer mornings should beguile them into going ? Is it a marvel they do not wait for the burden and the noon, but follow the lark and her song ovor tho ruin of the rainbow ? That those words so beautiful, they should make so truc, and joy cometh in the morning ?" Going in tho morning 1 - a glorious morning - when the sky ,is all beauty, and he world is all bliss; ere the dews have gone to Heaven, or the stars have gone to ■rod ; when the birds are singing, and the ooi winds are blowiug, and the flowers are out that will shut at uoon ; and the louds that are never rent in rain, and the hadows iulaid with crimsen lio away to he west. We have sometimes saen a little ooffin, ike a casket for jewels, all aloue by itseli' n a huge hearse, melauoholy with plumos, and gloomy as a frown, aud we have hought, not so, should we accompany hose a little way who go in tho morning. We have wondered why they did not take he little coffin into the oarriage with hem, aud lay it gently upou their lnps, he sleeper there lulled to slumber without a bosom or a eradle. We have wonlered what there was for tears iu suoh a going - in the early morning froni home o home - like fair white dovas with downy wiugs emerging from neithcr night aud flutteriug for eutrauce at the wiudows of Heaven. Never yet has there been a ïaud wantlug to take the waudorer in, and shut out the darkness aud the storm. Upon those little faces it never seemed to U3 that deuth could plaue its great seal ; there is no thought of the euaniel houïe u those young listeuers to that invita,ion, whose acceptance we are bouud uot to forbid ; there should bö morniug songs and not sighs; fresh flowers and nol badges of mourning ; no toara or elouds, :ut bright dews aud bright dawnings together. Fold up the white robe ; lay aside the forgotten toy ; smooth the little unpressed pillow, and gently smile as you thiuk of the garment, of tbe harp of gold, and of tho fair brow within itg diadem of light ; smile as you think that no yoars eau make that memory old. An cterual guilüess child, wuiting about the threshhold of Psiradise for the coming of a friund home. Here the glad lips would quiver with anguish ; the bright cur'.s grow grizaled and gray; the young keart weary uid old, but there, changeless as the stars, aud young as the last morniug. The poet tellrt us of a green bough rent by the tempest from the tree, aud swept rudely alocg the breast of an angry river, and a inother bird with oríes of grief fluttering beside it, for her nest aud nestlings were there. Oh I bbtter to be wafted away from earth, than thus that they should drift arouud the world in storm. Whon ohildren turn immortal we should write : " Gone in the mobnino," Aud " tbere is no night."