J LAID him down In those white shrouded arms with bitter tears; For some voice told me that in after years He should know nought of passion, grief, or fears, HIS work concluded ere the day was done, Sudden the Saviour stooped, and caught him to his throne. N innocence he lived and died. UCH was his life, and such his happy end, As showed whate'er could justly recommend The man, the Christian, or the friend. E that is dead is freed from sin. ROM. vi. 7. EVEN this man is borne with honour to his grave; yea, he still survives upon the tomb. Sweet to him are the clods of the valley, and he draweth all men after him, and multitudes without number have gone before him. JOB Xwi. 32, 33. HE wise and good approved the life he led, H E sleeps in peace, and here his ashes may HE meanest part of him is only told HOUGH with the world she acted Martha's part, She yet, like Mary, gave to God her heart. THUS drooping nature sinks to rest, S that his death-bed, where the Christian lies? No! 'tis not his! 'tis death itself that dies. ALM and serene, in virtue's paths he trod, Loved mercy, and walked humbly with his God. HEY looked-she was dead! Her spirit had fled, The soul undrest, From her mortal vest Had stepped in her car of heavenly fire; And proved how bright Were the realms of light, Bursting at once upon the sight! EAR as thou art, and justly dear, One thought should check the starting tear, And thus should faith's consoling power That tear of love restrain : Oh! who that saw that parting hour FOR MARRIED PERSONS AND WHO would not weep upon a matron's tomb, Whose pious care demands the filial tear? Who would not mourn th' irrevocable doom That from our bosoms tore a parent dear? Yet in her bright example ever blest, And by her precepts, may we gain that rest, To which, alas! how soon she led the way. APPY in husband's, children's love, Few years How may she lived in earth's abode; the happier converse prove In blest, eternal peace with God. OULD marble know what virtue's buried here, But mourn, so early snatched from mortal life, EARN from her life the virtues that commend The child, the wife, the parent, and the friend: Learn from her death, that Heaven's decrees ordain To beauty and to youth a short-lived reign; Then soar like her, released from worldly cares, To bliss that God for purest souls prepares. HE died-but, angel-like, on earth THOMSON. HE was-but words are wanting to say what: Think what a wife should be-and she was that. 'UR father's voice, we loved to hear, In hallowed words of praise and prayer, |