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267.

He was learned, sensible, candid, and pious; and in a great measure lived above the world while he lived in it.

268.

In vain we fondly strove to stay

Her sojourn in this land of sadness;

For angels beckon'd her away,

And bore her to the realms of gladness.

269.

It was his earnest desire to walk worthy of the Gospel, and to shew forth the praises of Him who had called him out of darkness into his marvellous light.

270.

In doubts, and fears; in grief, and tears;
His troubles none can tell:

Though rude the blast, his pains are past:
He sleeps, and all is well.

The trump of doom, that rends the tomb,
And bids the dead arise,

Shall only raise his heart with praise,
And call him to the skies.

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The mighty monarch, spreading far and wide
His throne's dominion, and his kingly pride;
The statesman, anxious to secure from thrall
His little portion of this little ball;

The learn'd, the proud, the courtier, and the boor;

The sordid miser, and the pauper poor;

Whate'er their state, their grandeur, or degree, All lose their earthly hopes, O Grave! in thee.

272.

A faithful soldier of the Cross here lies:
His duty done in every earthly station,
He looks for honours now in yonder skies,
Through Christ, the Captain of his great salva-
tion.

273.

Gaze on the mouldering ashes of the dead, and let the ruins that sin has made urge thee to fly to a Redeemer. Defraud not thyself of bliss, for God is merciful. Deceive not thy own heart, for God is a jealous God. Refuse not the offer of his mercy; tempt not the severity of his justice: so shalt thou triumph over the grave, escape the bitter pangs of an eternal death, and partake of life, of joy, and of immortality.

274.

Reader, if ardent hopes be thine,

All that thy heart desires was mine:
Look on my grave, and thou wilt see
What this vain world can do for thee.

275.

To speak the almighty power of God
The sun impatient flies,
Writes it in flame upon the earth,
Proclaims it round the skies.

If such conviction to the mind
His works alone impart,
O let the wisdom of his word
Inscribe it on thy heart!—

That while thou ponderest o'er his works,
And searchest truth divine,

Nature may point thee to a God,

And Grace may make him thine.

276.

Here lie, waiting for the redemption of the body by our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, the remains of an humble follower of the Redeemer. Sanctified afflictions were the means whereby she was led to know the exceeding sinfulness of sin, and to apply to the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world.

277.

Forget not, Reader, midst the proud control Of wealth, and power, and every prosperous plan,

Dear as they are to every living soul,

That these are mockery to a dying man.

278.

Stranger, reflect, while earth is thine abode, Though faultless be thy creed, and pure thy plan,

The best thanksgiving offer'd up to God

Is active kindness to thy fellow-man.

279.

If thou wouldst know the peace of God within,
And have thy conscience purified from sin,
Thy best, thy noblest deeds must worthless fall,
And Christ thy Saviour be thy all in all.

280.

Wouldst thou be forgiven, in pity forgive,
Though bitter thine enemy be;

Look not on his wrath, but remember his end:
How soon will he moulder like me!

281.

Amidst a dying world's decay,
Christian, pursue thy heavenly way;
Leave not unread the sacred word,
And ever trust thou in the Lord.

Though heedless thousands pass thee by,
Yet he will be for ever nigh:

Thou wilt find favour in his eyes,

Though tens of thousands thee despise.

282.

If an immortality of inexpressible joy be desirable; if an eternity of unutterable woe be fearful; by the one and by the other, I charge thee, Reader, to give neither sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids, till thou hast sought His mercy whose justice thou canst not endure.

283.

If sorrow, pain, and fears are given,
And thou art sore distress'd;

If, as thou look'st on earth and heaven,
They both in clouds are dress'd;
Still bend in humble prayer thy knee,
And lift thy heart above;

For God, though fearful he may be,
Is yet a God of love.

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