Anticipate not the great destroyer.

Hear the appeal of one who was once the idol of every heart; she speaks to you from the grave, 'Even as I am, shalt thou be!'" He turned from them, and wandered over the ground.

Mr.Weston led the way to the carriage, and Ellen and Alice thought, that if a lesson of life was to be learned in the gay ball of the night before, a still more necessary one was found in the cemetery which they were now leaving, as the shadows of the evening were on the simple monument and the sculptured slab, and their silent tenants slept on, undisturbed by the gambols of thoughtless children, or the conversation of the many who came to visit their abode.
* * * * * The next morning, Bacchus brought no letter for Mr.Weston, but one for each lady; for Ellen from her aunt, for Alice from Arthur, and Cousin Janet's handwriting was easily recognized on the outside of Mrs.Weston's.
Hardly had the girls arisen from the table to take theirs' to their rooms for a quiet perusal, when an exclamation from Mrs.Weston, detained them.
"Is anything the matter at home, Anna ?" said Mr.Weston, "Is Cousin Janet-- ?" "Cousin Janet is well, my dear brother," said Mrs.Weston.

"I was very thoughtless, but our dear neighbor, Mrs.Kent, is no more." "Can it be possible ?" said Mr.Weston, much agitated.

"Read the letter aloud." Mrs.Weston, turned to the beginning, and read aloud, "MY DEAR ANNA: "The time is near which will bring you all in health and happiness, I trust, to your home; and could you see how lovely it looks, I think you would be tempted to fix upon an earlier day.
You see how selfish I am, but I confess that I quite count the days, as a child does to Christmas, and am ashamed of my impatience.
"Throughout the winter I had no care.