...these words, the soul of De Lorme St. Luke escaped from its two-fold prison. CHAPTER XII. " There is DO death. What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath, Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portals we call death." The chill frosts of a heavy sorrow gathered deep and cold o'er...

...these earthly damps ; What seems to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but the suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death." And, yet, knowing as we do that death...

...found in his place, ever ready, the Blessed Watchman. CHAPTER XIV. THE HOLY AND HAPPY DEAD. " There is no death : what seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is like a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. " She is not dead, — the child of...

...seems so is transitions ; This life of mortal brenth Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But (rone into that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule....

...Ainiil 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 brealh Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe...

...dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will then be comforted. « In heaven's g^reat stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led ; Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, They live whom we call dead." i . ~ We have thus seen what will be the lost privileges of them that...

...as she felt that its Lord, for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them." " There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath IB but a subuib ot the Life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. In that great cloister'* stillness...

...to us but dim funereal taper* May be Heaven's distant lamp«. Tlicrc is no Death ! what seems so ы transition ; This life of Mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clyainn, Who« jiortnl we call Death. She is not dead— the child of our affection — But gone unto...

...too dark to solve, nor death any terrors too dreadful to encounter. Death ! . . . For them ' There is no death what seems so, is transition ! This life of mortal strife Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal ice call death !' What to them are the small...