Unfearing, un-alarmed,
With their tears have warmed
His unconscious hand.

Angels, hovering o'er him,
Kiss him where he lies.
Hark, he sees them weeping,
"Gabriel," he cries;
"Hush," the angel says,
On his lip be lays
One finger, one displays
His native skies.

* * * * *


STATE OF SOCIETY IN NEW SOUTH WALES.


The following exhibits but a lamentable picture of the "milk and honey"
of this favoured land:

"The morals of the colony of New South Wales are of an exceedingly
depraved description. It is so far from being a country where men begin
a new life and enter upon a fresh course with resolutions of amendment,
that the testimony of all respectable men examined on the subject unites
in asserting that the habits of the freed men, even of those who have
acquired property and have families, are of the most dissipated
character. Of the emancipists, to whom grants of land have been made and
who are often wealthy, very few, not more it is said than half a dozen,