How gladly would they, while with honest shame
They read the marble that extols their name,
Pull down the records where their praises shine,
And there inscribe a life and death like thine!

84.

What time the worn and weary rest,

How sweet the thought that they are bless'd!

85.

Remember, my friends, though the sun may shine bright,

It is well to prepare for the darkness of night;
And amidst the exultings of pleasure to know
What will solace the soul in the

season of

woe.

The dearest sensations that gladden the heart,
Are lent for a time, and in time will depart;

But trust them no more for support and repose

Than a butterfly's wing, or the leaf of a rose.

O would you be happy, look round you and see What the gay, and the proud, and the wealthy shall be;

To God let your heart and your spirit be given,
For happiness dwells not on earth but in hea-

86.

This stone is erected, reader, to tell thee that a fellow-mortal is dead, and that thou art dying; to urge thee to consider thy latter end; and earnestly and affectionately to point thee to the Redeemer, through whose merits alone thou canst reasonably hope to leave this world in peace, “in sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection to eternal life."

87.

She was a mortal; but such gifts she bore
About her that we almost thought her more:
For every day we saw new graces start
To win our love and shrine her in our heart.

The righteous Ruler of the earth and sky
In mercy mark'd the fond idolatry;
Sever'd the charm, dissolv'd the guilty trust,
And dash'd our beauteous idol to the dust.

88.

When in dust thy dust shall lie,
Whither will thy spirit fly?

89.

As a shepherd he faithfully tended his sheep,
Till old age overtook him, he then fell asleep:
But we trust once again his bright face to behold,
In the flock that the Shepherd of Israel shall fold.

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90.

Mortal, hast thou joy or care,

Check thy mirth, and cease thy sighing:
Thou hast little time to spare:

Know'st thou not that thou art dying?

Work while it is call'd to-day:

Do thy best, for time is flying:
Seek the true the living way:

Haste thee, haste, for thou art dying.

Death is lingering at thy door:

Hark! he calls; there's no denying.

Wouldst thou live for evermore,

Trust in Christ, for thou art dying.

91.

He will long be remembered as a bright example of piety, and as a possessor of those gifts and graces which eminently adorn a Christian minister.

92.

While unconscious that danger would shorten my day,

The pathway of pleasure I trod,

In a moment my spirit was summon'd away,

And I stood in the presence of God.

In an instant I sank 'neath the shadows of death,

And eternity round me arose:

O, reader, remember that life is a breath!
And a breath may bring thine to its close.

Cheer

93.

up, ye followers of the Lamb:
Though grief and pain are given,

Though thousand thorns afflict your feet,
Your pathway leads to heaven.

94.

Vain marble, dost thou hope to give
The good man longer life! O never!

A little longer thou mayst live,

But he, through Christ, will live for ever.

95.

He was suddenly removed from a world of sin and sorrow to the heavenly mansions prepared for him by his Saviour, for the enjoyment of which he was rendered meet " through sanctification of the Spirit and belief of the truth."

96.

Prepare thee, partner of my joys and woes,
To follow and partake of my repose:

As thou hast shar'd my gladness and my gloom,
So must thou share with me the silent tomb.

I yet shall rise, and wing my way with thee
Through the bright realms of immortality;
And say, when I before my God appear,
"The woman that thou gavest me is here."

97.

O Lord God Almighty, how many lose themselves in losing Thee!

98.

I sought my God, for with his will
Affection was at strife;

And there, unknowing good from ill,
Implor'd thy longer life.

But God in love denied my prayer:

More merciful than I,

He mark'd thy griefs with tender care,
And call'd thee to the sky.

Farewell! for though a tear may start,
And grief be check'd in vain,

In "

sure and certain hope" we part, In heaven to meet again.

99.

Men proudly think while they have life and breath, But humbler thoughts, alas! are known in death; And they would give the world, so highly priz'd, For that salvation they before despis'd.