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must not leave us, Oh! what will become of poor Ida? My child replied she in a calm and subdued voice, It is my savior that call and I go to givin? my happy children in that Callir? land where parting is unknown and where the weary are at rest the wicked cease from troubling be comforted for ye shall follow him And with a fervent pray to heaven for her blessing to rest smudged its unclear spirid? its ?panard? flight smudged Ida grief subsided at last she was perficty calm. But that peace was destined soon to be broken. A chang came over the spirit of Ida. She was no longer heard carroling forth some pleasant lay. Her slip was less firm and elastic and it was evident that Consumption was fast carrying her to an early grave. O with what an agonizing heart, her father beheld this change, But there was another who beheld with as heavy heart this was Alfred her betrothed