Jalyftfc 1835»Republican lt;%°Writtei on ^tearing of the death of Mary Fra ices Foster, to wboito the Writer was an htimato acquaintance Beautiful b that season of life, when wc cansar in the language 6fScripfore.“Thou hast tlo dew of youth.1* But of* thesettaweri, Death gathers many. He places them upon his bosom, and bis form is* changedtosomething less terrific than be* fore. |We learn to gaze end shudder not, for hejpafries in his arms the sweet blossoms f our earthly hopes. We shall see them a^ain, blooming in a happier land:— yes, Dsath brings us again to our friends. They ere waiting for us, and we shall not be IonThey nave gone before us, and are lile the angels in Heaven. They stand tpon the balers of the grave, to *?cl-come as with countenances of affection, Which they wore on earth—yet more love-I j—more rddbnUwnore spiritual.| Death has taken thee, topsweetgifl, and hi has the dow rf the youth. He hath placed thee upon His bosom, and his stem “‘ntennnce wore a smile. The “Far wtry” seems nearer, and the way less dirk, for thou hast gone before, passing so quickly , to thy rest t|iat day itself dies not rapre calmly. Andthou art there^ waiting to bid uswelcome, when we shall havedlt;fce here the work given us to-do. ashall go hence to be seen uo tnorooo. vl - * • -.•■•/./‘i y.a-• ;• O.