190.

Doubt not, while, pondering on a mortal's doom,
Thou gazest on the relics of the tomb,

That these dry bones again shall rise and live
At His almighty word who life can give.

God form'd them from the dust, and He, once

more,

Can give them strength and beauty as before,
Though strewn as widely as the desert air,-
As winds can waft them, or as waters bear.

191.

Whether we think of heavenly things,
Or read the sacred word,

This solemn question still should rise,
Say, "Lovest thou the Lord?"

And happier, Reader, shalt thou be,
Than words can e'er express,
If, when the question's put to thee,
Thy heart can answer, "Yes."

192.

While the bush bloom'd, the bud wither'd ;While the tree flourish'd, the sapling was broken ;While the parent liv'd, the offspring was carried to the tomb.

193.

Her piety was not only pure, but practical. It taught her to relieve the sorrows of earth, as well as to seek the joys of heaven. She delighted in errands of mercy, and increased her own happiness by ministering to the wants of those whose lot was more humble than her own. Reader, Humanity has lost a friend.

194.

Alas! that human hearts should burn,
And swift in fierce contention fall;
Nor from their Saviour mercy learn,
Whose boundless mercy shines on all.

Offended man indignant stands

To smite his fellow-man, nor spares;
While God, with lightnings in his hands,
Looks down on sinners and forbears.

195.

He was an humble disciple of the Redeemer: and happy would it be for the Cæsars and Alexanders of the world, could they exchange their earthly diadems for the heavenly crown which he is appointed to wear.

196.

O that this mouldering stone may remind a sinmercy that may be found in a Saviour!

ner of the

197.

Reader! this stone, engraven clear,
Two warnings will supply:
It tells us that our child lies here,
And thee, that thou must die.

198.

If happiness possess thy heart,
Or grief; with all thy power
To Him who gave thee life and hope
Devote thy every hour.

For He alone, when nature sinks,
And fails thy fleeting breath,
Can keep thee from the bitter pains

Of an eternal death.

And He thy dying hour can cheer,
And faith and grace supply;
And take thee to his dwelling-place,
Where thou shalt never die.

199.

Hark! heard ye not that melancholy blast

That, bursting from the tomb, this warning gave

"Youth, health, and strength, and beauty may not last!

Corruption and the worm are in the grave?"

200.

No relative near him to bid depart

The gloom that fast gather'd around his heart;
No tongue the bright vision of hope to tell:
Far, far from his home and his friends he fell.

The death-sob pass'd, and no comrade was nigh To echo a soldier's latest sigh:

No prayer was preferr'd, and no sigh was given, To point the wavering soul to heaven.

'Mong strangers to die was his lonely lot:
They buried him low in this silent spot,
Where the evening breeze roves wild and free,
And the worm his sister and mother shall be.

This sod shall be wet with as bright a tear

As ever yet fell on a soldier's bier;

And a sigh shall be heav'd as deep and as dread

As love ever breath'd o'er a warrior dead.

201.

O, Reader, watch! for death is ever near;
And pray! then his approach you need not fear.

202.

A man of peace, the Almighty he ador'd;
And oftentimes his troubled heart deplor'd
That human hands, for deeds of love design'd,
Should sternly shed the blood of humankind.
In meek submission to his God's decree,
He left this world a brighter world to see;
And gently sunk to his eternal rest,

A thousand kindly thoughts around his breast.

203.

What though her breast was sorely press'd
With darkness, doubt, and fears;
Though earthly woes around her rose,

And peril, pain, and tears:
In raiment white, of living light,

She dwells in glory now;

Nor couldst thou gaze the glittering blaze
Of her refulgent brow.

In faith and love she look'd above
When earthly joys had flown;
And sought her God beneath the rod,
In Jesus' name alone.