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Too upright, earnest, humble, meek,
The praise of human tongues to seek,
His ardent heart exulted more

To bear the cross his Saviour bore.

His wisdom he from Scripture drew:
God's law was holy, just, and true;
While words of love and mercy hung
Harmonious on his gifted tongue.

Reproach and praise he meekly bore;
We honour'd much,- -we lov'd him more;
And many a grateful heart confess'd
The labours of his life were bless'd.

His daily walk exemplified

The faith in which he liv'd and died.

An Israelite of heart sincere,

An heir of glory slumbers here.

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At five years old my heart was light;
With health my cheek was red:
But sickness came, and I lie here,
And moulder 'mong the dead.
To me it seem'd too soon to die;
But what God wills is best,
Or I had not been call'd so soon
To my eternal rest.

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178.

This stone is erected over the bones of an aged domestic, whose memory will be long cherished with affectionate attachment by the family she so long and so faithfully served.

179.

He died where the brave in battle meet;
His war-cloak was his winding-sheet,

Bestain'd with blood; and the midnight blast
Rush'd round him as he breath'd his last.
He sank as a soldier, without a tear:

The crimson sod was his bed and his bier
Where he lay in state, and the clear blue sky
All studded with stars was his canopy.
O there is a feeling, warm and strong,
That is keenly felt-that is cherish'd long,
Worth more than funeral plume or pall,
For those who for their country fall!
Though coffin'd with care in this hallow'd spot
The warrior's dust reposes not;

Yet this tablet a thousand hearts shall tell
How a British warrior fought and fell.

180.

The tenant of this little grave,

Our hope, and joy, and pride,

Was snatch'd away from our embrace:
In early youth he died.

If thou art young, make no delay
A simple child to bend,

And thus put up a prayer to him

Who is the Sinner's Friend :

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"Whate'er in this uncertain world
My life through time may be,
Still let me, O my Saviour, pass
Eternity with thee!"

181.

We carve not his praise on the mouldering stone, But the earth and the heavens pass away,

And the dead shall arise, and his deeds shall be known

In that great and that terrible day.

We believe, when the ruin is spreading around, When creation is wasted with fire,

That his hope in his God will uninjur'd be found, And his happiness never expire.

182.

He was old in years and in honours, in wisdom and in virtue; his afflictions were sanctified; and, laying hold of that hope which brings a man peace at the last," he closed a life of usefulness by a death of tranquillity.

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183.

They only, who the Promis'd Land espy,
Can leave this wilderness without a sigh.

184.

He was born and brought up on the billow;
His home was the fathomless deep:
But now the cold earth is his pillow,

And sound and unbroken his sleep.

The winds and the waves cannot shake him;
The tempest unheard shall arise,

Till the blasts of the trumpet awake him,
And call him in haste to the skies.

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Many Christians like her have lived a life of hope; but few like her have died a death of exultation.

186.

Hark! hark! I heard a voice, "Alas!
The heavens and earth away shall pass!'
Once more it spoke:—what said it then?

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Prepare for death, ye sons of men!”

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Thy days are number'd: thou must die!"

It speaks to me; its warning tell :

"Death and the judgment! heaven and hell!”

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She was one who knew well the value of her Bible, and accounted the Sabbath a delight. She lived to adorn her Christian profession, and died in the full assurance of a blessed immortality.

188.

If lust of human praise disturb thy rest,
And selfish passions reign within thy breast,
Pass on, nor linger o'er his honour'd shrine;
This grave demands a purer tear than thine.

189.

My God has been my better part,
In all my wants and ways;
And fill'd with ecstasy my heart,
And taught my tongue his praise.

Pity was beaming from his eye,
And mercy mark'd his will:
E'en when he made me droop and die,
He was my Father still.

His word consign'd me to the ground;
His power will bid me rise;

His trumpet from above shall sound,
And call me to the skies.

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