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ALATHIEL C. COFFINBERRY, who died at his home in Constantine, Mich., September 20, 1889, was at the time of his death the only survivor of a family of thirteen, he being the second youngest of the same. His father and mother, George L. and Elizabeth Little Coffinberry, were both born at Martinsburg, Virginia, and were each children of German parentage. His father entered the military service as a soldier in the Revolutionary war at the age of eighteen, and remained there until the close of the war. His parents moved from Martinsburg to Wheeling, thence to Lancaster, Ohio, where Salathiel was born February 26, 1809. His father published a paper called the Olive Branch, the first paper ever published at Lancaster. He soon moved to Chillicothe, Ohio, and thence to Mansfield, Ohio. Here Salathiel studied law with his brother Andrew, and was admitted to practice there in 1829. After a time he moved to Canal Dover, Tuscarawas County, Ohio, where he opened an office and remained a short time. From there returned to Mansfield, where he practiced law most of the time, until he came to Michigan.

In 1832 he married Miss Catherine Young at Martinsburg, Va. In 1843 he was married to Miss Artemisia Cook, at Mansfield. By the former marriage he had three children, by the latter six. His last wife and four children of that marriage only survive him.

Mr. Coffinberry was an officer in the war of the patriots in Canada, on the part of the patriots; took part with his men in battle, and with his American comrades narrowly escaped capture by crossing to the American side and hiding when closely pressed. He came from Ohio to St. Joseph County, Mich., in 1843, where he has resided ever since, and where he had all along been engaged in the practice of his profession, until failing health compelled him to give it up two or three years before his death. He was a prominent member of the Masonic fraternity, a Knight Templar, and had taken all consistory degrees in Masonry up to the thirty-second. He was Grand High Priest of the Grand Chapter of Michigan, and also Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of the state, respectively, for many years. In the practice of his profession, almost invariably his clients became his personal friends. He was eloquent as an advocate and was a brilliant and scholarly public speaker. He was for many years a prominent Democrat of the state, and the candidate of that party for national and state offices of high rank. He was

enthusiastic in his love of the fine arts, was proficient in music, painting and poetry. C. W. H.


THOU distant tone dying,
Ah! whose canst thou be?
Say, whither art flying

O'er woodland and lea?
Thou sylph of the fountain,
Thou voice of the tree,
Thou nymph of the mountain,
Thou mock of the sea,
Thou art but a shadow
Of music and song,

As o'er the green meadow,

Midst flowerets and odors, thou gamblest along.
In vain do I chase thee

O'er mountain and hill,
And hope to embrace thee

By some sparkling rill;
Thy flight still swift winging,
I chase thee in vain;
'Twas here thou wert singing,

Thou hast flitted again.
Say, when may I bind thee,

Thou mystery, where?

Nay, come thou and find me; "Find me," thou mockest, high up in the air.

I dream then some maiden
Invisibly bright-

A sweet voice, arrayed in
Pure vestments of light-
A tone e'en dying,

Yet mocking again
On odor wings flying

The flower-clad plain.
For my singing and suing

Thou wilt not come down;
Thou laugh'st at my wooing
And gem-bedecked crown;
When homeward repairing
Thou'll follow me still,
With mockery daring,

Wilt mimic my voice from the brow of yon hill.



COUNT not the hours of sadness and sorrow;

Grasp life's bright sunshine swift-gliding away; Gather fresh flowers with hope that to-morrow Will bring hours of gladness more bright than to-day.


Count the bright dawns in sunlight awaking,
Hope's brightest halo in beauty appears;
Still journeying onward, life's blessing partaking,
We trust in the future and smile through our tears.


Bow not the head, we are not forsaken,
Smile at the dark cloud that passed away;
More fair is the rose that the zephyr has shaken,
Whose dewdrops have fallen with the dawn of
the day.


LET Love weave her garlands

For those who will wear them, And sigh while they wither away; Let Love bind her fetters

On those who will bear them, Let others still wear them that may; But I'll laugh in Love's face,

I will ever be free

From the bonds that entangle the heart. No lover's soft sighing,

No Cupid for me,

I've broken the point of his dart.

Let beauty lay tribute

On hearts that are breaking,

And sigh while she makes them her game, Then laugh in Love's face

While her dupes are awaking

To the sense of their folly and shame.
I will ever be free

And preserve a whole heart,
Nor hazzard once Cupid's sharp stings;
I've untwisted his bow-string

And broken his dart,

And I've clipped off both of his wings.


At length the earth upheaved her rounded form,
The ocean sung his joy in thunders forth,
The sun burst from the wild chaotic storm,

The stars smiled brightly on the budding earth, Amid glad songs the universe had birth;

The mountains shouted to the rising hills, The laughing rivers gurgled forth their mirth, While, softly answering, sang the tiny rills.

The tall palms, hymning low, their solemn music woke,

And proudly reared his monarch's crown, the giant oak.

-The World's Progress.



HRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI, who was born in London, December, 1830, is generally acknowledged to be one of the greatest female writers of the nineteenth century. She is the daughter of Gabriele Rossetti and Frances Polidori, daughter of Alfieri's secretary, and sister of the young physician who traveled with Lord Byron, of whom mention is made in Moore's biographical notices. Gabriele Rossetti was a native of Vasto, in the district of the Abruzzi, ex-kingdom of Naples. He was a patriotic poet of great distinction; and, as a politician, took a part in extorting from Ferdinand I the Constitution of 1820. Owing to the failure of the Neapolitan insurrection, Rossetti was compelled to seek refuge in England, establishing himself in London about 1823, and marrying in 1826. His present position in Italy, as a poet and a patriot, is a high one, a medal having been struck in his honor. He spent his best years in the study of Dante, and his commentaries on the great Italian master are unique, exhibiting a peculiar, personal view of Dante's conception of Beatrice.

It will be seen, therefore, that the father of the subject of these lines was highly gifted with poetic aspiration, and those who hold the doctrine of hereditary genius may find in the Rossetti family a striking exemplification of their particular theory. The collossal genius of the late Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the eldest brother of the poetess, has left an ineffaceable mark upon the history of our time; and the biographical and critical achievements of William Michael Rossetti are too well known to need more than mere incidental mention here. Maria Francesca, Miss Rossetti's gifted elder sister, whose "Shadow of Dante" shows such a breadth and power of thought, placed upon record, before her untimely death, the intense purity of mind and purpose inherited from her parents, culminating in the self-abnegation of Anglican conventual life; so that it will be clear to all that this talented group of sons and daughters has done, and still does, great honor to the well beloved and accomplished parents whose happy memory is ever-blossoming in the minds of their survivors.

Miss Rossetti is the author of the following works: "Goblin Market and Other Poems," 1862; "The Prince's Progress and Other Poems," 1866; "Commonplace and Other Short Stories in Prose," 1870; "Sing-Song, a Nursery Rhyme Book," 1872; "Speaking Likenesses," 1874; "Annus Domini, a Prayer for Each Day of the Year, Founded on a

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