Alexandria Gazette

In Bath, Maine, a child of Dr. Shaw, two
years of age, died on Saturday, after a sickness
of six hours, from eating cobalt prepared for
flies. When her eyes began to grow dim with
death, she fancied it was night, and she was
going to sleep, and she died with her customary
"good night, mamma : good night, mamma,"
many times repeated, on her trembling lips.

In the casement's cooling breeze,
The happy mother sat at rest,
A little child stood on her knees.
Gazing toward the glowing West,
Her eyes grew large and very bright,
As the great Sun went out of sight,
And when she found her pretty star.
She cried with joy-"Good night! mamma."

The solemn Night hath flung its shade
Around the cradle where she lay;
And when she saw all bright things fade
Her little hands forgot their play:
She felt her quiet hour was near,
And whispered--while there fell a tear--
Watching the crimson clouds afar--
"Good night! mamma!-Good night! mamma!"

She heard the sparrows sing at morn,
And climb'd her chair to watch them well:
And see the mist rise off the corn,
And the bee come out of th' opening bell.
But on her cot she lies again,
And a leaden cloud is on her brain:
The noon grows dark as evenings are;
Trustful, she breathes "Good night! mamma!"

The Angel Death stood by, and smiled:
His shadow rested on her eyes;
He'd come to lead the wandering child
Up the long pathway, through the skies.
Her purple lips are moving still.
Tho' almost sealed in silence chill:
And murmuring, as they stood ajar,
"Good night! mamma!-good night! mamma!

LLEWELLYN.