...Hannah Bowen, wife of Ebenezer H. Bowen, aged 29. FOETRV. THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. BY MRS. HEMANS. Oh ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone ; The su;nmer comes, with flower and bee,— Where is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright...

...on his miserable journey over an uninhabited country. THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. BY MRS. HEMANS. I. " OH ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone...with flower and bee, — Where is my brother gone ? n. " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight...

...on his miserable journey over an uninhabited country. THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. BY MRS. HEMAN3. I. " OH ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone...with flower and bee, — Where is my brother gone ? II. "The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight...

...keep it free from dauger. Oh! long may she flourish and bloom. CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. BV MRS. MEMAN3. Oh .' call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone...gone. The butterfly is glancing bright Across the summer's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! The flowers run...

...enliven the sociability of our Christmas hearths. ALBUM. THE GUILD'S FIRST ORIEF. By Mrs. Hemans. Он ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone ;...with flower and bee, — Where is my brother gone 1 The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight—...

...great, For such a wicked thing?" LESSON 54. The Child's first Grief. — MRS. HE MANS. Child. 1. " O, call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone; The...with flower and bee, — Where is my brother gone?" 2. " The butterfly is glancing bright, 1 care not now to chase its flight, O call my brother back!"...

...little poem, which we fancy we have already seen in print : — " ph ! call my brother back to me I I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where I8 my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; 1 care not now...

...blest be those fair girls, and blest Th it home where God is felt ! THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. " Он ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone !...comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone Í The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight...

...whom, to say the truth, we like much better in his serious than his playful mood. ' THE FIRST ORIEF. ' Oh call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone...bee — Where is my brother gone? The butterfly is plancing bright Along the sunbeams' track ; I care not now to chase its flight — O call my brother...

...light is cast ; For the sake of the palm from the holy shrine, I bewail not my bright days past ! " THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. " OH ! call my brother back...play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight...