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100.

How soon my youth has faded,
And hasten'd to decay!-
Disease my heart invaded,
And took my life away.

No medicine could restore me,'
No drug could do me good;
The hand of God was o'er me
And grief my only food.

Of them I leave behind me,
Let me some pity crave:
Here let them come and find me,
And weep upon my grave.

O ye, who Life's gay morning
Consume in joy and glee,
By my decease take warning,
Nor pass by heedlessly.

Think much of human weakness:
From every folly cease;
And live in love and meekness,

That you may die in peace.

101.

To us it appeared mysterious that he should be snatched away in the midst of a life of usefulness; but "my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord."

102.

O God, my trust, what though in dust
My body mouldering be!

By grace divine my soul is thine,
And reigns in heaven with thee.

103.

So yields unto the woodman's blow
The tree which long, in some low glade,
From winter's storm and summer's glow
Has lent a shelter and a shade:

But now, for nobler purpose meet,

It falls,—that it may rise-pride of some gallant fleet.

His mouldering ashes we deplore

A nobler form shall take ere long,

Doom'd to obscurity no more;

But, with festivity and song,
Launch'd, while all heaven stands by to see,
On the pure crystal tide of full felicity.

104.

She was a consistent Christian, and faithfully devoted to the interests of her master and mistress, not only in the day of prosperity, but during the dark season of adversity.

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105.

No statue bends in mimic gloom,
Nor marble tears bespeak his doom;
But Friendship and Affection shed
Their living sorrows o'er the dead.

No sculptur'd record spreads his worth
Around this spot of mouldering earth;
But Faith, with heaven-directed eyes,
Stands calmly gazing on the skies.

106.

This stone will tell thee what is known full well, That all are journeying heavenward, or to hell. Where others go may well be worth thy knowing But think, O Reader, which way thou art going.

107.

Here rest the ashes of a Christian warrior, who never wielded lance or sword, and whose hand was guiltless of blood. He wore "the whole armour of God," fought against sin, and conquered in the name of the Most High. No hatchment decorates his tomb; no emblazoned banner floats over his mouldering dust: yet in the great day of account shall he be acknowledged as a faithful soldier of Christ, and be esteemed more than a conqueror.

108.

Cheerful he pass'd his days below,
Though thorny paths his feet had trod;
For he had found in every woe
The mingled mercies of his God:
And they sustain'd him in his fears,
In youth, in manhood, and in years.

In every stage new hopes were lent
To strengthen him in worldly strife,
messengers of mercy sent

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To mitigate the cares of life:

And when, by disappointment driven

Away from earth, they fix'd on heaven.

109.

Though all the wealth of all the world
In sparkling heaps were thine,
Still wert thou poor, amidst thy gains,
Unbless'd with grace divine.

110.

Awhile her spirit suffer'd pain;
With sin and sorrow strove ;
Then sprung impatiently to gain
A heaven of joy and love.

Thus bound the light balloon is bent

Amid the clouds to rise

Waits only till its cords are rent,

Then rushes to the skies.

111.

If thou art young, and vain, and proud,
Gaze on this lonely spot;

No flatterer greets thee in the grave:
Prepare to be forgot.

But dost thou think, fond silly boy,

So gallant, gay, and brave,
That all who smile upon thee now
Will weep upon thy grave?

O no! the nettle and the grass
Will grow around thy stone:
The moss will gather o'er thy name,
And thou wilt rest unknown.

112.

Sleep, thou favour'd child of light!
Soon will pass the dreary night:
Waking, thou the morn shalt see,—
What a glorious morn for thee!
Then thy darkness shall be o'er;
Then thy sun shall set no more;
But with brightest, warmest ray,
Cheer thy everlasting day.

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