Lamentation on the Death of a Father

the Latin mind has always shown for the judiciary. Should such a thing happen in this country or in England, the act would be resented as an outrage upon the judicial system, which here receives such high respect, and which in France, evidently, is treated as a mere political institution not entitled to more respect than is shown to a legislative candidate for office. LAMENTATION ON THE DEATH OF A FATHER. Oh heart, my heart, when that brave spirit soared Above, beyond the bonds of earth and time, And those dear eyes forever closed on earth, Whose glance was wont to dwell with love on mine; And those kind hands accomplished their last task, Which had so oft been busy for my weal. Did not some premonition haste thy beat. And thou prescience of disaster feel? Oh sad, sad heart! though many weary miles Divided me from him who loved me best, Could'st thou not know that other loyal heart Lay cold and pulseless in that manly breast? Could'st thou not feel some chill presentiment That thou had'st lost thy counselor and friend? And that last look must bridge the stream of time Between we two till earth and time shall end? Could'st thou not know, when we came home again No answering welcome we could meet from him — Instead of shouts of joy at our return Each face averted and each eye grown dim? That we could meet no loving, sheltering arms, No echo of that blessing which he gave? But go alone, oh anguish-bursting heart! To throb unanswered on his new-made grave. Sarah E. Pearson.