...part of man—and on his lines we Kew Church people especially prefer to dwell —viz.:— " There is no death! what seems so is transition; This life...of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." Finally, let us be careful not to suppress, or ridicule, even unintentionally, but rather encourage,...

...of life, with a slight modification of circumstances. In the words of the poet — — — " There is no death; What seems so is transition ; — This life of mortal breath Is but the suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death."* In another respect, also, it may be remarked,...

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...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funeral tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There Is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead— the child of our affection— But gone unto that school Where...

...On Sunday evening, December 16th, he exchanged earth's sufferings for heaven's sweet rest. " There is no death ! What seems SO is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elyaian, Whose portal •we call death." BY DR. UNDERWOOD. AT the death and burial of our friends,...

...these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs...

...Thomas Hood, are in some parts very beautiful. Our readers will thank us for two brief extracts. ' There is no death ! — what seems so is transition ; This...the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.'— LONGFELLOW. ' " To part no more " — they home met now to part no more. 'Yesterday morning my dear,...

...revered and honored brethren. That, consistent with our Masonic faith and teaching, we declare there is no death. What seems so is transition. This life...breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portals we call death. " 'N'o one hears the door that opens. When they pass beyond our enll, Soft ns...

...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim funereal tapers May be Heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school...