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blessed word to the redeemed) on immortality. 
A brief season and the leaves shall again burst 
forth. «The flowers awakening to the call of Spring 
shall clothe the earth with beauty. And inan, 
too, shall live again : though the cold grave must 
close over him, it shall not hold him. He too, shall 
hear a call to life—even the loud trump of the 
archangel summoning earth and sea to give up their 
dead ! 
The Jasmine, which we hâve chosen for one of 
the flowers of the présent month, is a lingerer 
after the sweet Summer-time. Until quite late in 
the season, we here and there find a solitary bright 
star shining amidst its dark leaves, carrying us back 
to the sunny days when they were thickly spangled 
with its fragrant blossoms. 
As a treasure of memory we prize each fading 
spray, and we hâve preserved one in our little 
book, where, as we trust, we are storing many 
pleasant recollections for after-days. 
