234.

She lived the life of an humble Christian, and died the death of the righteous; having that enduring and well-grounded hope of eternal life, which, though sought for elsewhere, can only be obtained by a lively faith in God's mercy, through the merits of his Son our Saviour Jesus Christ.

235.

Afflicted by our loss, we lay thee here

In silent sorrow: e'en thy dust is dear;

For never child shall weep, nor neighbour bend, O'er kinder parent or more faithful friend.

236.

How vain the fleeting happiness
That hangs on things below!
How unsubstantial are the joys
That wealth and fame bestow !

Though strong to run his heavenly course
The sun in glory rise,

How soon, alas! his parting beam
Forsakes the western skies!

So man, exulting, thoughtless man,
Breaks through the glare and gloom

That mark his little earthly hour,
Then drops into the tomb.

237.

If, Reader, with thy life in thy hand thou canst trifle with the offer of salvation through the Redeemer, the Lord have mercy upon thy soul; for there is but a step between thee and eternal death.

238.

Alas! he well knew the remediless smart

That wilders the brain, and that withers the heart, Envelops existence, and shrouds it with care; That weighs down the spirit and bids it despair. But the clouds of distress gather round him no

more:

His fears are all fled, and his anguish is o'er;

And we trust, while we sigh with affection and love,

That his gloom is dispell'd by the glory above.

239.

If thine be poverty and pain,

And fears thy heart betray,

The world will mark thee with disdain,

And bid thee go thy way.

But when o'erwhelm'd with tears and sighs,
When weary and oppress'd,

"Come unto me," the Saviour cries,

240.

Long as this stone shall bear his honour'd name,
Or blade of grass upon this hillock grow,
So long the passer-by shall speak his fame,
And, pointing, say, "A good man lies below."

241.

Here moulder the remains of one, who through a long life of fidelity, and attachment to an earthly master, manifested by his zeal, his humility, his patience, and his faith, that he was also a devoted servant of the Most High.

242.

If honour, wealth, and peace, thy paths adorn, And love and friendship wait upon thy will; If thine the raptures of the rising morn,

And balmy slumbers close thine eyelids; still This stone shall tell thee that the fairest flower Of pleasure withers with a mortal's breath, And all the glories of terrestrial power Are dust and ashes in the grasp of Death.

243.

Content he pass'd life's little span
In praising God, and serving man:
His faith was strong; his love sincere ;
An aged servant moulders here.

244.

Art thou young? and wouldst thou live In peace that God alone can give, Conquering every worldly lust?

Watch, and pray, and seek, and trust.

Art thou old? and wouldst thou die
A servant of the Lord on high?
Wouldst thou reign among the just?
Watch, and pray, and seek, and trust.

Old, and young, and rich, and poor,
Sinner, Death is at the door!

All are hastening to the dust:

Watch, and pray, and seek, and trust.

245.

Can the world give peace within?
Cleanse thy heart and purge thy sin?
Lengthen out thy lingering breath?
Yield thee comfort in thy death?
Can it nerve thy soul with power?
Shield thee in the judgment-hour?
Make thee pure, and bless'd, and free,
And give thee immortality?
O, if these the world impart,
Bind it closer to thy heart!
Should, alas! thy hope be vain,
If thou canst not these obtain,
If the world unequal prove,
Cast it from thee; look above.

246.

Often did they unite in singing the songs of Zion while on earth; and we believe their voices are now heard where the trumpet-tongued hallelujahs of angels and archangels proclaim that the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.

247.

Doubt that the sun is in the skies,—
That light to day is given;

But never doubt this dust shall rise,
And spring from earth to heaven.

248.

Nature did much for him, in giving him a mild and amiable disposition; but Grace did more, in teaching him to follow the blessed footsteps of his Saviour.

249.

In early youth, such was the untimely doom,
My blooming boy was carried to the tomb;
And ere the grass upon his grave had grown,
My daughter too, my only child, was gone.
How bless'd are they in earlier years who go
From this vain world of wickedness and woe!
Ask ye then why I grieve and drop a tear?
They were my children, and are buried here.

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