DIED—In Wilton, N. H., July 26th, 1855, of consumption, my Sister, Annie R. Smith, aged 27 years. The following lines which she composed the day but one before her death, show with what feelings and hopes she fell asleep in Jesus, to wait the glad morning of the resurrection.
"O, shed not a tear o'er the spot where I sleep,
For the living and not for the dead ye may weep;
Why mourn for the weary who sweetly repose,
Free in the grave from life's burden of woes?
"I long now to rest in the lone, quiet tomb,
For the footsteps of Jesus have lightened its gloom;
I die in the hope of soon meeting again
The friends that I love, with Him ever to reign."