MISS LAURA KINGSBURY,

Faithful and true in duty's sacred sphere, How like the summer-lightning hath she fled! One moment bending o'er the letter'd page,— The next reposing with the silent dead.

No more by shaded lamp, or garden fair;— Yet hath she left a living transcript here, Yon helpless orphans will remember her, And the young invalid she skilled to cheer;

And he who trusted in her from his birth, As to a Mother's love,—and friends who saw Her goodness seeking no applause from earth, But ever steadfast to its heavenly law:

For she, like her of old, with listening ear Sate at the Saviour's feet and won His plaudit dear.