She liv'd to trace her Saviour's grace,
Though trouble weigh'd her down:
Through grief and loss she bore His cross,
And now she wears His crown.

204.

All his learning was clearly to ascertain God's will, as it is revealed to us in the Scriptures; and all his wisdom to keep God's commandments.

205.

In every stage of life is given

A warning voice; it comes from heaven.
In childhood's hour it breathes around-
"The fairest flowers are faded found."
In youth it whispers as a friend-

· Reflect upon thy latter end.”

In manhood louder swells the cry——-
"Remember thou art born to die.”
In age it thunders on the blast—
"O man, thy earthly years are past!"
In joy and grief—in ease and care—
In every stage" Prepare! Prepare!

206.

No longer let your sorrows flow,
But rather praises bring;

He was a Pilgrim, once, we know,
But now, he is a King.

207.

In early days my hopes were blighted:
I dearly lov'd; my love was slighted.
The primrose pale, the weeping willow,
The wither'd rose, the heaving billow,
Reminded me of joys departed:
I stood alone, and heavy-hearted.
Gazing on high, with spirit broken,
A rainbow beam'd; 'twas mercy's token;
It led me to a land of gladness,

And seem'd to say, "Leave all thy sadness."
I sought that land in fervent prayer,
And found my God, my Saviour there;
Then gladly left these scenes of sorrow,
To enter on a cloudless morrow.

208.

And art thou by thy conscience torn
For wandering far and wide?
And has thy reason held in scorn

A Saviour crucified?

O! turn again and lowly kneel,

For yet his grace is free;

And he a wounded heart can heal,

And pardon even thee.

209.

If the dust of a good man be reverenced by

thee, Reader, tread lightly.

210.

Reader, be not thou among those who to obtain the trinkets of Time are willing to give up the treasures of Eternity.

211.

And is the gate of life so strait

That many cannot win it?

The

way so very narrow too That few are found within it?

O gird thy loins, set out for heaven,
Ere earth's enjoyments wither;
And give not slumber to thine eyes,
Till thou art journeying thither.

212.

And dost thou, Reader, wandering forth alone, Require to know for whom this graven stone Records that day of death which all shall see? For thee, frail tenant of the dust, for thee.

It speaks of heaven and hell; of hope and fear:
It cries aloud, "The judgment-day is near,
And Christ alone can set the sinner free!"
Again I say, this stone was rais'd for thee.

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Thy Saviour seek with all thy soul,
Ere time away shall flee;

For what a vast unbounded thing
Eternity must be!

The blades of grass, the grains of sand

On ocean's shore that lie,

Ten thousand times ten thousand told,
Are not Eternity.

215.

So manifold were her virtues, that were affection to speak truth of her it would be mistaken for flattery. She lived in the practice of good works, and died in the faith of Jesus Christ and of him crucified.

216.

No, not a moment canst thou death delay: Ere the clock strikes thy soul may pass away.

217.

If thou canst trust, when troubles roll,
Him whom thy being gave,

Then with sustaining hope thy soul
May look beyond the Grave.

He sees, and is acquainted well
With all thy secret fears;

He knows where all thy sorrows dwell,
Thy weakness and thy tears.

And when the storms of life are past,
When earthly hope shall cease,
His word shall comfort thee, at last,
And bid thee die in peace.

218.

Wit and Worth and Wisdom fled,

When she was number'd with the dead;
But Beauty, sharer of her doom,
Was laid beside her in the tomb.
Hope lingering waits till she arise;
While Faith, with adorative eyes,
Gazes on heaven, the gift of grace,
And cries, "Behold her dwelling-place!"