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415.

In solitude he lov'd to roam;
The pathless forest was his home:
He linger'd long, well-pleas'd to bide
By the rough torrent's foaming tide.

'Twas his the mountain's height to climb,
And dwell in thought on themes sublime;
The rugged steep he joy'd to tread,
While evening dews around him spread.

Rash and adventurous he stood,
Then dar'd the current's rapid flood:
But, in that hour of fearless pride,
He sank beneath the stream, and died.

416.

Sorrows of various kinds overwhelmed me; but, instead of calling upon God in the day of trouble, I thoughtlessly and impatiently rushed into the presence of the Most High, and stand convicted of self-destruction.

417.

Where thou art mouldering in the silent tomb
We come not, but are drawn to mourn thy doom:
Thy honour'd name, to friendship ever dear,

Asks not, demands not, but compels a tear.

418.

A noble work I had in view,
And cross'd the ocean wide;
I bid my native land adieu,

To preach Christ crucified.

On Afric's shore 'twas mine to roam,
Where foot-print ne'er had been,
To seek a far, far distant home
Mid many a savage scene.

My faith and love were often tried,
When fears and sickness reign'd;
But He who knew my frame, supplied
His grace, and me sustain'd.

Denied the fellowship of saints,
I sought my God in prayer,
And, freely uttering my complaints,
Found sweet communion there.

My labours prosper'd in my hand,
And many a heathen child
Began to lisp, in that far land,

The Saviour's precepts mild.

In sweet simplicity of mind

They breath'd the prayer sincere,

And often did my spirit find

A God of love was near.

My work was done; the word was given
To summon me on high;

I died; and found myself in heaven
Without a groan or sigh.

419.

Shed not thy pitying tear over him, though he was denied the gift of understanding: reserve it, rather, for those who abuse that reason which God has so mercifully bestowed upon them.

420.

If age be measur'd by the glass of Time,

His sands were run ere he had reach'd his prime; And, though renown'd for knowledge, wisdom,

truth,

And piety, and love, he died in youth.

But if by deeds, not days, we rank his years,
Then may his friends repress their starting tears,
And say, reflecting on the race he ran,
This is the tombstone of an aged man."

421.

She felt a tender concern for the souls of her family, and was anxious to bring up her children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.

422.

Why reason was denied to fill
His mind who sleeps in dust,
We cannot understand; but still
We know that God is just.

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Perchance the kind intent was this :-
Few earthly joys were given,
That he might more enjoy the bliss
Prepar'd for him in heaven.

423.

He died reposing in the merits of his Saviour, and exchanged, as we believe, earthly trouble for that peace of God which passeth all understanding.

424.

The victory's won, and thou art gone
From sickness, sin, and pain;
Nor dare I moan though all alone—
"Tis thine eternal gain.

425.

With friends and fortune bless'd, she felt awhile The world's regard, the sunshine of its smile; Then sank, alas! oppress'd by penury's smart, A wounded spirit, and a broken heart.

When sad reverses came, her mind was prone
To mark her sorrows with a deeper groan;
Felt too acutely all the shafts of scorn,

And bent beneath what once she might have borne,

426.

Though here I moulder dark and deep,
Yet death is but a change, a sleep:
Soon in the grave thy frame may lie,
And friends lament thy memory;
But thou canst never, never die.

The gloomy grave has only power
To hold thy dust a little hour:
Thy soul will leave the world, and fly
To hell beneath, or heaven on high:
But thou canst never, never die.

427.

The good man's grave, where flowerets bloom, Is sacred as a conqueror's tomb,

And dearer far than marble stones

The slab that guards his honour'd bones.

We call to mind his faith and trust,

And pour no sorrows o'er his dust;
But rather bid our hopes arise
To join his spirit in the skies.

428.

Wearied with earthly sorrow, and sighing for heavenly repose, she gladly committed her spirit into the hands of her Redeemer, and entered into that rest which remaineth for the people of God.

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