Of family Pirtle. TIRED OF LIFE. 0, there are moments when I long to go, When this life's burdens seem too great to bear; My feet are weary of this hard, rough way, And disappointment meets me everywhere. 0, for that land where tears may never fall, Where earthly sorrows seem as dreams all past, Where grief and disappointment may not come, And weary hands and feet may rest at last I But stop 1 What right have Ito this sweet rest? • May laborers ask their hire ere they have earned, Or cry for rest when for themselves they've wrought, And earnest labor for the Master shunned ! What is it makes my feet so tried and sore? Is it from running swift to do his will, Or from a long, hard chase for glittering drops, That I my cherished treasure•cup may fill! Hands weary! Is it from the tears they'.ve wiped, Or pointing many to the living way? Or are they weary gathering flowers that fade, Or grasping joys and hopes which will not stay? Whence doth this grief and disappointnrent come? Is it that men will put my Lord to shame, Or has proud self been overthrown and balked In -some dear plan for ease, or love, or fame? 0, self has been my end, my aim, my god! No wonder that I cry for rest and peace! But dare I hope the heavenly rest to gain, When wearied out with such a cause as this? 0, let me turn, and learn to prize my life,. • Because for Jesus I may spend it all; And count the longest, hardest life but short, And all my grief and sorrow light and small! Then, when Pve labored through the heat and • cold, And brought my sheaves in patience to His feet, Then may I lay my head upon his breast, And know the laborer's rest so full and sweet pat tly Pat Mks. FAMILIAR TALKS WITH , THE CHIL • DREN. X. BY REV. EDWARD PAYSON HAMMONB. -KATIE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR OF ,HEAVEN. Here is a beautiful story for you, my dear little reader. I know it will interest you. One day last spring it was repeated at a children's meeting in one of the large' churches in New York. They were delighted to hear it, and I.know you will be glad. to read about this dear little Katie. The warm sun of a summer's day poured though the windows of the vil lage-school, and small curly-heads drooped like delicate flowers in the languid air. Among them all, little Katie's sunny ringlets fell the worst. Her little eyes had forgotten to lo'bk over the, laud words in the well-worn .sp - elling-book. Yes, in the heated air little Katie had fallen asleep. She was dreaming of the little brother, darling Charley, who in the bright spring time, when the violets were just opening their eyes after their, long sleep, had strayed away from earth,, and. passed through those gates of glory always open for little feet ; and she dreamed that she clasped him to her lonely heart, and begged him never to leave her agairi. Amid the greatness of her joy she sobbed aloud, and started to find Belle's soft arm around her, and to hear her whisper : " What is the matter, darling?" Before poor Katie could answer, the school was dismissed, and she heard the teacher exclaim, as she pointed to the darkened west: " Hurry home, children, or you will be caught in a shower !" • "Then Katie poured: into the ear of her little friend all her troubles, and finished by saying,— " I feel as if I must see Charley once more." • "Where do you think he is.?" "In heaven, I know," replied Katie; "mother says he cannot come back to us, but we can get to him some time ;" and her sobs broke out afresh. " Why don't you - go - 0 him now?" drie'd. Belle. "I don't -know_ the way," replies Katie . ; "I was very sick when they took him in. the little coffin, and I don't know where they went." "Are you sure he went to heaven?" asked Belle. eagerly. "Oh, I know it," replied Katie. . " Then," said Belle, "I can show you the way; I saw where they put your little brother." The glad light in Katie's tearful eyes was beautiful to behold. ",Will you .show me, Belle, now— this very afternoon ?" "Yes, indeed 1" cried- Belle; and with clasping hands, unmindful of the gathering gloom; the little pilgrims set forth on their way to heaven. Once on the way a doubt oppressed little Belle. - "Ohl" said Katie, with great assur ance, "how Charley would run to open the door l" and her cheek flushed with anticipation. "Do you suppose Charley is very happy;" urged Belle. " Very," said- Katie. "And what does he - do all the time ?" "Plays with the angels with such lovely wings." "Dear me," said Belle, "it rains, Katie, and we are ever so far from home; what shall we do ?" "Bat we are almbst to heaven, an't we? Let us hurry and go in there." "Yes," said Belle, "I see the door." " Where? where ?" cried Katie; breathlessly. . . " There !" responded little Belle, pointing to the little rising ground and the iron door of the village vault. "Oh," faltered Katie, with disap pointment, "is that heaven ? Belle! it is like a great grave !" and the little lips quivered sadly. " Why," said Belle, ".that is where they took your tittle brother—the very place—and you said he had gone to heaven ; besides," continued she, bright ening, "when we get through the lit tle dark door, it may be all bright and beautiful on. the other side." "Perhaps it is," said Katie, more hopefully. But now the raindrops began to fall very fast, and the thunder storm burst upon the little travelers. The west seemed gleaming like an ocean of flame. Still the little children, with clasped hands and pale lips, pressed on, and the angels, who, "do always be hold the face of our Father," watched over them, 4 a,nd they walked secretly in the heavenly company. At last the busy pattering feet reach: ed the gloomy entrance, and Katie's sweet, hopeful lips were pressed close to the cold door. 'Knock," cried Belle; and with , all her strength Katie did knock, and a hollow echo w.as still, the reply, while the dead form - within heeded not the call froni fresh, young, hopeful lips ; and the little brother, with closed eyes and pare, clasped hands, heard not the sweet cry,— " Charley, dear Charley, it is your own dear sister Katie ; won't you open the door ?" "He does not hear you Katie, it thunders so," said Belle; • "let us,wait a little while ;" and they waited. Soon there was a lull in the storm, and again Katie, strong in faith, knocked at the dreary door, and her loving cry, " Charley, dear Charley," echoed sadly back. "Do . you hear anything?" asked Belle, with parted lips; "is he com ing?" "No," replied Katie ; "I thought I once hard his little feet, but it was only the rain." " Perhaps he is playing with the angels a great way -off, a -- beautiful garden." "Oh!" sobbed Katie, "I -hope he will not e., thou little angel more than me.",if: - - "Knock once more---only once," whispered Belle. With wavering faith again the little soft hand "plied for Omission, and the tremulous voice cried pitemisly,-- " Charley, darling, dear, sweet little brother, please open the door to your own poor Katie. Don't love the little -angels better than me. Oh, Charley! Charley 1" She threw herself upon the wet ground, and sobbed aloud. "Katie," said Belle, half frightened at this outburst, "let us go home now, 1 and come again to-morrow - and try." She rose without another sob or fresh tear even upon her wet cheek ; but the grieved expression of the sweet, childish mouth - was pitiful to behold. Back again= Over the dreary way, went Katie and Belle. Little shoes wet,.little dresses> dripping, little heads bent down like dew laden flowers, little hearts very heavy. At Katie's door stoodtl her anxious mother, peering through the shadows for her darling. The child sprang to those loving arms, and sobbed aloud— " Oh, mother, mother, I have been knocking at the door of heaven, and Charley would not let me in P' Poor little Katie! It almost makes me weep to think of her. How anxi ous she was to see her darling Charley in heaven ! • But she did, have a good guide.. - Jesus says, in John xiv. 6 : "I am the way, and the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto .the Father, but by me." Yes, Jesus the way to heaven; and if Katie wishes to see her little brother 'iittong the-Shining angels, she' must first come to JESUS. He loyes to take little children by-the hand and lead them to.heaven.. He is the child's guide to heaven. He will be your guide to heaven if you will go to Him and put your, little hand in His, and trust Him and follow Him. He knows just where heaven is. He will never disa:ppoint those who keep by His side. His words in that same sweet xiv. chapter of John are: "Let not your hearts be troubled : ye believe in God believe also in me. In .my Father's house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for, you, and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto my self ; that where I am there ye may be also." I love to think that there will be a great many little shiniligpnes in hea ven. If you should die today, do you think you would go there? Not un less,You Jiave come to Jgsus and got a new heart. Unle'ss you are a little Christian, you would not be happy if you should go to heaven. - The Bible says : "Prepare to meet thy God." Are you prepared ? Jesus has died a dreadful death on tbe cross for you. He suffered for your sins, and he is able to make you fit for heaven, and will take you there if .you will believe in Hiln with all your heart. Perhaps your little bro ther, or sister, or some friend has gone up to live in heaven, and you want to meet them some day. Do, you feel aad3 When Katie wept to think of, THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN, THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1865. her brother far away, whom she wanted to see so much, little Belle was full of tenderness for her. But Jesus loves you a great deal more than little Belle loved Katie. Can't you hear his gentle, loving words, " Coia UNTO ME." "I AM THE WAY." Oh, then, go to Him now and offer: this prayer : Dear loving Jesus, I want to go to heaven and meet my dear friends there. Please to show me the way. I am lost—l cant find the way alone. And Oh, I am such a wicked sinner ! lam not fit for heaven now. Please' to give me a new heart so that I can_ love and trust and follow Thee all the, way to heaven. Amen. "Mother," said a little boy, one Sab bath, " mayn't I stay at home? There's, no use for me to go to church, I can't understand one word the minister preaches about, I do not want to. go ?" " Not one word ?" asked his mother. " No, not one word," he said in that positive tone little boys are apt to have. His mother thought he had better go ; but he twisted his limbs, and pouted his, lips, and said he - didn't want to go. I dare say you have seen little boys do so. "If puss went to church, I should not expect to see her understand a word. If •Rover went, I should not expect him to understand, or the cow . , or theivig ; but I should have expected ,better things of a boy. I wish you to try again. See if you cannot, at least, understand one word the minister says. After that we will see." Mother, looked very sober as she spoke, and the little boy did not quite like to be put on the 'same shelf with cats and pigs. After a little more talk; the church bells rang, and he went off with the :hone,st wish in his - heart to listen to the serm.on and learn what a little boy could. , His father was out of town and - Ids ,mother sick at home; so heand his two older sisters, with a man, occupied - the 'pew:' Henry liked the"'singing, for he could find the hymn .''in the hymn-book, and keep his'eye on the place.' He , could bows his 'head when_ ;the minister praye.d, and - likedsai hear " Our Father who.-art in, heave - MI" When the sermon came, he fixed , his eyes on - the minister's face, and. his mind on the minister's 491.4 trying to find something he could understand. Npbody was more attentive than Henry. When he got home, "Mother," he said "I did get one word out of the minister's sermon. I got 'God.' He said Tod ever so many times, and I kept thinkin g God, God, God all the way home. I said to myself, God made the sky ; God made the trees,;- God made the rain •, God made the . little ants; he made the busy bees.: God made me—my hands to 'handle with, and my eyes to see with, and` my mind to learn with. But God didn't make my new jacket with those bright, buttons, did he? • You made it, mother." "God created the lamb's wool for the weavers and spinners to make cloth of," said his mother ; " and down in the dark earth he - created the substance of brass for the button= makersto use." "Then without God it would not be," said the little boy. "What a big, good. God he is!" " Yes," said his mother, "and how we should desire to know him more and to please him constantly in every thing we do !" "I think as much," cried little Henry, as if a bright new thought had struck him. It was bright and'new to him, because he had worked it out all himself, and his little mind kept oh the subject, for he' asked his, mother questions growing out of it four or five days after. ' Now, was it not better for -that lit tle boy, to go to churc,h,tha,n. ,to stay at, home? Aside from the duty and privilege of taking our little children with us to the house of cod, some parents think there is not much use - for -them to go, because they cannot "understand. .I_am sure there are few so small but a precious little seed-thought, even no bigger than one word, may be in their tender souls for the shoots and blos soms of early piety.—Child's Paper. HOW. A DRUNKARD WAS CRED. I was once a hopeless drunkard; a poor lost man. My friends made every effort to save me, but it was no use. I resolved again and again, with many tears, to break off from the cruel bondage, but I couldn't. I took the most solemn vows that I would re form ; but Satan was too strong for me, I could not stand to them a moment. _ In despair I went to the Fishing Banks. There I felt drawn towards a poor young fisherman, whose face was - very pleasing. I liked to look at `it; and he kindly showed me how to fish. At last, out of gratitude for the little favors he showed to me, a perfect struger, I pulled out : my flask of liquor and offered him a drink. "No," he i ,said, "I never taste in toxicating arink, and I ask the Lord' Jesus to help me never to touch it I looked at him with surprise. ." Are you a Christian ?" I asked. "Yes, I hope so," he. said. "And does Jesus keep you - from drinking intoxicating HEARING THE SERMON. drink ?" I asked. "He does, and I never wish to touch it." That answer set me thinking. It showed me a new power, one that I had never tried. I went home that night, and said to myself as I went, " How do I know but Christ would keep me from drinking if I asked him." As soon .as I got to My room, I knelt down and told the Lord Jesus what a poor miserable wretch I-was— how I had fought against my appetite, and had always been overcome. I told him, if he would take away my love of drink, I would give myself up to him for ever, and ever love and serve - him. And I tell you that Jesus took me at my word.. He did take away my love of strong drink then and there; so that from that sacred hour of casting myself on his help, I have not tasted a•drop of liquor, nor desired to taste it. The old thirst for it is gone. When I gave myself to Jesus, I received him as a power in my soul against every enemy of my salvation, and he saves me in, his infinite grace. THE HOUR OF NORTHERN VICTORY. - [The general drift of Ois poem, by Fanny Kemble, meets our appilkal. But we dissent from the intimation that all necessary punish inenrfor the crime of treason has been admin istered already.] Roll not a drum, sound not a clarion: note Of haughty triumph to the silent sky Hush'd be the shout of joy in every throat, And d the flash of pride in ev'ry eye. Not with Te Demme, loud and high Hosannas, Greet we the awful victory we have won, But with our arms revers' d and lower'd ban . ners . We stand—our work is done ! Thy work is done, God, r terrible and just, Who lay'dst upon our hearts and hands this task, And -kneeling, with our foreheads in the dust, . We venture peace to ask. , . Bleeding and writhing underneath oor• sword, Prostrate our brethren lie, Thy fallen foe, Strick down by Thee through us, averting Lord— By Thy dread hand laid low. • For our own guilt have. we been doomed to .smite These blir .own'kindren, Thy great laws, ile ,Theap, our own flesh and blood, who now unite in one:think only with us—braVely dying, Dying how bravely, yet how bitterly 1 : -.1.- Not for the better side, but for the 'worse, 131indly and,madly Striving.against Thee, For.the bad cause where Thou bast set, Thy . . .. . - 'At whose defeat we may not raise our voice, ':``Save in the'deep - thanksgiViag of our prayers, ``.`. Lord rwe haVe fought. the :fight!" But to rejoice .. . . Is ours nO . more than theirs. Call back Thy dreadful ministers of wrath, Who have led on our hosts - to this great day; Let our feet halt now in the avenger's path, ,And bid, our weapons stay. Upon our land, Freedom's inheritance, Turn Thou once more the splendor of Thy face ; • Where nations serving Thee to light : advance, Give us again our place. Not our bewildering past prosperity, Not all thy former ill-requited grace, Vtut this•one boon—Ohl grant us , still to be ,The home of hope to, the whole human race —London. Spectator.' _.THE • SOLDIER'S- PLEA. " How`am Ito know that you are, as you claim, a returned soldier ?" asked a gentleman of . one seeking relief. ".By my , wounds," was the .prompt reply. He pointed not to his military dress —impostors wore the same. He told. not of battle sceneS, but he pointed to his wounds as the proof of good service, as almost an order on demand for the help he needed. What significance in three words! How are you to know that Christ, the mighty God, loves you and will save you ? Jesns points - to his pierced hands and feet; to his bleeding head and open 'side. He has, not merely pitied you, he - 'has ',suffered for you. Can. any - fend from his hands the reward of his agony .unto death, , . the free salva: tion. he . offers to "whosoever Will'?" ita - velrou st9od_in doubt of , : hisllove he points to no uncertain proof: "By my wounds." Is not that enough? What depth of meaning in thii 'reply ; authority foryour trust, reprOach for any ling,eringfear, tenderness for your weakness, love beyond measure By what can your prove your love and faithfulness to such a Saviour? Not they who merely bear his name and boast of their "many' wonderful works," have the unchangeable test which Christ himself gave: "Remem ber the word that I said unto you, ,The 'servant is not greater than his lord. If they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you." "If ye were of the world, the world would hive his own ;' but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you." Looking with prophetic eye into "the last days," Paul could emphatically exclaim, " Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus, shall suffer persecution." ,It may come in the form Of-death, Of reproach, tilt in some form it' will surely come if -you are faithful. hit your eyes and see the faithful around you still "partakers of -Christ's sufferings." .Not yet is the warfare ended. Take then the word of cheer: "If ye be reproached for the name of Christ, happy are ye ; for the ...Spirit Of glorrand of God resteth upon you." "If we suffer, we shall also reign with him." What • wounds have I, not self inflicted, not rashly provoked, but gained in the wise and earnest -dis charge of duty? What does my re ligion cost me?—American Messenger. THE BIRTHDAY "GIFT. It was little Sarah's birthday; and when she awoke bright and early, and came down stairs, she - found a beautiful canary in a pretty cage awaiting her; as a present from her mother. So expensive a gift cost Mrs. Ellis some self-denial, but she thought it would make her little girl happy, and do her good to have such a bright,gentle little pet to love and take care of. Sarah was as delighted as her mother expected, and could hardly find words to express her thanks and joy: But her smiling face, as she fed her bird, and called it all pet names, and then, as if too full of joy to be still a moment, left it to kiss and thank her kind mother >once more, was pleasure enough for Mrs. Ellis. When the child's raptures were over, her mother told her how much she longed to see her growing up a good child, loving God, and trying to please him, and that she hoped this birthday would be the beginning of a new and happy life of devotion to his service. The little girl listened atten tively, and promised to try to be good, and felt that it would be very easy and pleasant to do right when she was so happy. The day passed joyfully away till towards evening, when a sad event occurred, Sarah went out into the garden to gather some flowers, and left the cage standing on a little table by the window, and the bird was singing his good-night song. Just ' then pussy looked into the room, and seeing the canary, jumped up on the table. The door of the. cage Was safely shut, so that she could not reach the bird;, but, in jumping she knocked the cage off thetable. The shock killed the dear little ,bir die,, and when hearing the noise, Sarah ran in, its singing was hushed for 'ever. The poor little girl forgot all her good resolutions in her grief and anger, and would have killed poor pussy, if her mother had not come in and taken her away. She would not be pacified, and ,-said many naughty tldngs to her kind mother, .7ty,ho tried to comfort i her; till at last, seeing that soothing was of no Use, she had to' 'be sent away to her own room. So ended the mother's effort to do ,her child good as she thought, and as she sat alone listening to the angry sobs in the other room, ,she felt sad and discouraged. She had: prayed most earnestly that her little girl might begin the new year of her life aright, and had tried to make her good and happy. But this was not the end. In the stillness df her own room, when= the first burst of passion died away, poor little Sarah thought with shame and terror of her naughtiness. She was frightened to remember how angry she had felt even at her mother, who had been. so kind to her. • "And I meant to be so good to-day, and please Goa in every thing.. What shalt Ido • what shall I - do ?" This feeling 'of utter., powerlessness to Make the heart right is often the beginning of the new life. So it was with Sarah.. God was teaching her the lesson, so hard to learn, that her heart was sinful, and that without his help 'she could 'pot please him. And in that silent evening hour, while her mother was mourning over the ap parent failure of her hopes and prayers, they were more _than answered, and with the humble cry, "God be merciful to me a sinner," Sarah entered the narrow path which Meads to happi ness and heaven. • The bird's short life was. over ; but it had done its work very differently from the mother's hopes that morning, but more 'speedily and surely. God often thus answer,sour prayers when they'seein furthedi: from accomplish tient, fOr'"lris iviY4 are' not -as our Ways,' 'nor His thoughts as our thoughts."—American Messenger. THE TWO HOMES. Two houses stood within sight of one another ; but they were so different that you might think it strange to hear them spoken 'of together. One is a large, beautiful house, with marble pillars, round which _ twine rare vines. Statues and vases of flowers adorn the grounds, mingled with dark ever greens ; and winding paths stretch far away through a beautiful park. Within, all is splendor and luxury; and the one little child who gladdens the house is clothed in .costly gar ments. There, just outside the edge of these grounds, stands the other house,--a small, low cottage. There is no '.gar den 'around it, no shading trees, no lovely flowers,—nothing to attract the eye except its great neatness. Within, bare walls, and only clothing and food enough to sustain life, and that earned by hard labor. But here, too, is a baby, only themore loved. and. rejoiced in that the mother must deny herself to make even the plain dresses it wears. SOolifferent can lift he within the circuit of a few rods f - In one day, a messenger came to both houses, a messenger from the Great King, who cares not for the distinctions of rich and poor; and he was commissioned to take the babies from their mother's arms, and carry them to a better home. So in hall and cottage there was weeping, and in each, the darling of the household lay pale and still in its little coffin. In the finest linen one little child was dressed, and rare flowers filled the small rosewood coffin. A long train of carriages followed it to the grave, where ,a marble monument was raised Over the little form. In the= other"home, with much effort and sacrifice, a plain. coffin, a white dress, and a few sweet lilies were given as a last offering of affection to their darling, and small band of friends follow.ed the little coffin, on foot, to the quiet graveyard, where no stone will ever mark Me spot. But here the, contrast_ ends. The babies are now in one borne, the ex ceeding glory of which is such that the difference of their earthly homes sinks to nothing in comparison. They are both clothed in the glori ous garment of Christ's righteousness, and together sing before 1:1 - is throne, " Glory, glory, glory be to God -on high." Weeping mother, when you' think of all you meant to do for your baby, of all the riches he was heir to, remember that your child has entered on a richer inheritance, has a more glorious home, and far better teachers than your love could give him. And so be comforted by the thought of 'his infinite gain. - And you, poor mother, When you feel- that the light of your humble home has gone out, and the one jQy of your dreary life is lost, remember the blessed change for your darling. The want and labor which crush your heart can never reach him.- he will never be tired or hungry. And when" a few more years of toil shall be passed, you may ; rest from your labors, and have your darling back. again, " TheySliall bunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on theth; nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters, kind God shoji ~wipe away all` tews ; from their eyes.'-' , --British Workman. FREEMEN: S. S.. SQIIOLARS. A correspondent of the. • ehristiati Intelligencer, writiiagirom • the Freed men's Village, on the. Arlington estate, says : The Sabbath-school last Sabbath was full of interest. The 'day Was bit ter cold and blustering, but two hun dred and forty-two of the scholars were present. I doubt whether,-any schools in your city were as well at tended. The singing was moat inspirit ing. They bring out the choruses of our popular Sunday-school, melodies with a power seldom surpassed. They love to study the Bible, and never tire of listening to the wonderful _narratives and histories it contains. Many have committed 'large portions to memory. One bright little felloW, five years old, recited to me, without a mistake, the first sixteen verses of the fifth chapter of . Malthew. He also gave'me an ac .count of the Deluge, describing, graph ically, the ark, which, he said-, was as big* as the chapel, and With a door in the top "to keep the rain from swash ing in." They are often very vivid and pic turesque in their descriptions. One of them, telling the• Superintendent the story of David, " who was a boy that minded his father's sheep," said that Goliath " was a mighty strong man with an iron cap and brass pantaloons, and wanted to fight David. He had a big sword and spear; but David had a slung-shot, and he picked up five little rocks and put them into his haversack, and went out to fight Goliath. The big man was so mad, he cussed and Swore awfully, and: DaVid took his slung-shot and chucked him in the head with a rock, and then chopped his head off; but if the _Lord hadn't helped him, he could never have done it." He evidently had the ideas, if his version was not the received one. TAR TRUE REASON. A young merchant, who had failed in business, having spent in four years a legacy of ten, thousand dollars, in addition to any profits realized, was met by a thrifty young mechanic who had formerly, been on terms of inti macy with him. During the conver sation which ensued; the merchant said to him, "HoW is it, Harry, that you have been able to live and save money on the small sum which you received for your services, while I found it imposible to live in my busi ness with a goad round ;ten thousand dollars to back me?" " Oh," said the . mechanic, "that is, easily understood.. I have lived with reference mostly for the comforts arid tastes of myself and family, While you lived mostly with reference to opinions and tastes of others. It costs more to please the eye than to keep the back warm and the stomach fulL" LIFTED HIGHER. A girl thirteen years old was dying. Lifting her eyes towards the ceiling, she said softly, "Lift me - higher! Lift me higher !" Her parents raised her up with pillows, but she faintly . said ; "No, mat that! but there!" again look ing earnestly towards heaven, whither her happy soul flew a few inoments later. On her gravestone these words are now carved: "Jane B----, aged thirteen, LIFTED HIGHER" -
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