SUPPLEMENT.
Short Story.
Health.
The Sunflower.
Interesting Sketches.
A SISTER OF CHARITY.
BT FRANCIS A.DUB'VAGE.
Close by the red-brick garden wall There ginw a sunflower large and tall, And by. liia side a rose ; But though the sunflower is no more, The rose is still there as before,

And flourishes aud grows. The sunflower raised his golden head Six feet above the llower-bed,

And just above tlic wall. He bad a handsome dark-brown eya That stared at every passer-by — Admired he was by all. And he despised the little roao, Whose blooms were white as winter's snows 1

And verj round aud small ; He thought be had the finest flowers That ever brightened summer hours, But pride mast have a fall. One autumn night— the moon shone chill- Jack Frost came by, so cold and still, The white rose hung her head. Next morn the sunflower, once so greea And tall and beautiful, was seen All Bhrivclled up and dead.
Sister Rosalie died April 6, 185 G. She had •uggested that her body should be taken to the cemetery ia the paupers' hearse, but she was too widely loved ana mourned to per- N mit such a neglect of her remains. The honors she refused in her life-time were lov ingly bestowed when she was unconscious of them. Forty or fifty thousand persons walked in the funeral procession. There were bishops and generals, women of fashion, counsellors of state, and poor working-people in overwhelming numbers. Sobs and tears mingled with the prayers that consecrated the dead.
A touching tribute to her memory was the erection of a monument, paid for by the voluntary contributions of the poor, whose best earthly friend she had been through her long life of action and self-sacrifice.
