Sonnet,ON THE DEATU OF MRS. C.J. 8IMON8, A MUAlO.N Alt Y.Beloved sister' while this region cold Thy pilgtim feci on mercy's errand trod,Bo deep was thy devotion to thy Gud,So warm ilia lovo thy every action told,Wo deemed tlieo fortncd of O celestial iriotild, And wondered thou tdiould'sl need tby Father’s rod,To wean thy spirit from this earthly clod;Vc?t many a wave ofsorrow o'er thus roiled. Hot now no longer o’er thy gricfr we'll sigh, Since thou art gathered to the glorious fold,\V here the kind Shepherd wipeth every eye; And. radiant therewith immortality,] I is lovely face tlmu ever dost behold And with tho pine uud perfect, walk the etrecta of gold. B.Sibsagar, Aanm, Oct. 5,1813.