THE DEATH BED (from the Englishmen's Magazine)

We watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of Life
Kept heaving to and fro.

So silently we seemed to speak--
So slowly moved about!
As we [?] lest her [?] our powers,
To eke her living out!

Our very hopes belied our fears--
Our fears our hopes belied--
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died!

For when the morn, came dim and sad--
And chill with earthly showers,
Her Quiet eyelids closed--she had
Another morn than ours!

[THE SECOND POEM ON THE CLIPPING IS ALMOST ILLEGIBLE EXCEPT FOR THE TITLE]
THE VOICE OF THE TIMES
By J.F. Hollings

¹ For a note on Adams Female Academy, and on Margarette Barker Lerned, see W1100.