...of life, with a slight modification of circumstances. In the words of the poet — — — " There is no death; What seems so is transition ; — This...of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death."* In another respect, also, it may be remarked, is this life but "a suburb " to the other, namely, on...

...part of man—and on his lines we Kew Church people especially prefer to dwell —viz.:— " There is no death! what seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." Finally, let us be careful not to suppress,...

...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funeral tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There Is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead— the child of our affection—...

...these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection...

...Thomas Hood, are in some parts very beautiful. Our readers will thank us for two brief extracts. ' There is no death ! — what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.'— LONGFELLOW. ' " To part no more " —...

...!' " And in his presence, never asked in vain, we shall find the antidote for all our grief. "There is no death! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath la hut a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death." But here was another element of sadness,...

...live on and on until in the anguish of the heart we would plead to be permitted to be at rest. " There is no death ; What seems so is transition: This life of mortal breath 1s but a suburb of the life Elyslan Whose portal we call death." We read of a beautiful custom that...

...these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death! what seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection...

...Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal, we call death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection,...

...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection...