145.

Art thou fill'd with worldly good?
Look upon this tablet rude:
Ruthless Death will but deride

Riches, beauty, youth, and pride.
I have nothing new to tell:

There is a heaven;-there is a hell;-
A God of mercy often tried;

A Saviour who for sinners died:

At his footstool lowly fall—

Go thy way, and think of all.

146.

Didst hear the toll

Of that sad solemn bell?
It said, "A soul
Is gone to heaven or hell!"

147.

Pause! Reflect! Pass on!

148.

Not hers to linger here on earth,

Consum'd by slow decay:

Death, like a sudden whirlwind, came,

And swept her life away.

Yet can we bless His holy name

Who call'd her thus on high;

For those who wing their way to bliss
Too swiftly cannot fly.

149.

Though months and years, in pain and tears,

Through troubled paths I trod,

My Saviour's voice bid me rejoice,

And call'd my soul to God.

150.

O'er his ashes weeping bend

A wife, a child, and many a friend,
Who vainly hop'd that Heaven would spare
The object of their fervent prayer.

But the God who erreth not

Had appointed for his lot
Brief endurance, endless rest.
His decrees are wisest, best:
And we mourn, but not repine,
As we earth to earth consign,
Humbly hoping, with his spirit,
We shall endless life inherit.

151.

Yes, thine may be the joys of vice,
And thine without control;

But Oh, at what a fearful price!—
The price may be thy soul.

152.

It is good to breathe the atmosphere of benevolence, in pondering over the honoured ashes of those, who, when alive, were the refuge of the destitute, and the friends of suffering humanity.

153.

O plant thy hopes where Time will ne'er destroy!
Fix not thy wayward heart on earthly joy:
The painted bubble rises bright and fair,
And glitters gloriously, then bursts in air.

154.

We could indulge in fond regret for the loss of one whom we had reason to love. The pride of sculpture might illustrate the charity of his heart; the pathos of poetry might extol his understanding: but we have to record what is dearer to our affections, and more grateful to our remembrance. He lived in the fear and favour of God, and died in the faith of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

155.

Through various scenes of sorrow Christians go:

By turns they fear and hope, rejoice and weep; And, looking upwards, through their weal and woe, Pass through their pilgrimage, and fall asleep.

To some, disease, and pain, and mourning weeds,

And nights of grief, and darksome days are given;

Some emulate Elijah's fiery steeds,

And rush like lightning to the gate of hea

ven.

But what avails the sunbeam or the blast?

What, if in grief or joy their path was trod?

Enough that when the gloomy grave is pass'd
They meet together at the throne of God.

156.

This stone is erected to perpetuate the victory of an immortal spirit, that fought the good fight under the banner of the cross, burst through the shackles of humanity, rose over the ruins of the grave, and winged its way to life and immortality.

157.

O, trust in God in every strife,
And he shall give thee power
Midst all the suffering scenes of life,
And soothe thy dying hour.
What time the waves of Jordan swell,

His word shall whisper, "All is well.”

158.

The fool has a proverb all sparkling and bright,

"Enjoy thyself while thou hast breath:"

The wise have another for ever in sight,"The wages of sin are but death."

159.

When thorns are smarting in thy side,
And dark is thine abode,

When thou art sad and sorely tried,
O turn thee to thy God.

Bow down submissive to His will

Whom seraphim adore:
In every storm of life be still,

And trust Him evermore.

For He can make thy burden light,

Drive all thy fears away,

And chase the darkness of thy night
With everlasting day.

160.

This tomb is erected over the remains of a man, honest, open-hearted, and sincere; manly, generous, and humane: he lived a model of public and private worth, and died a pattern of piety and virtue.