The news plunged many of us in sorrow, and when, on the first Sunday in chapel, Mr.Rose alluded to this sad tale, there were few dry eyes among those who listened to him.

I shall never forget that Sunday afternoon.

A deep hush brooded over us, and before the sermon was over, many a face was hidden to conceal the emotion which could not be suppressed.
"I speak," said Mr.Rose, "to a congregation of mourners, for one who but a few weeks back was sitting among you as one of yourselves.

But, for myself, I do _not_ mourn over his death.

Many a time have I mourned for him in past days, when I marked how widely he went astray,--but I do not mourn now; for after his fiery trials he died penitent and happy, and at last his sorrows are over for ever, and the dreams of ambition have vanished, and the fires of passion have been quenched, and for all eternity the young soul is in the presence of its God.