447.

What, though a banker rich in wealth,
My riches could not purchase health ;
Nor for my life a ransom pay,

When death did summons me away.
No treasures then have any worth,
But riches of celestial birth.

448.

"Go, work to-day in my vineyard." To-morrow thy pulse may be still, and there is "no work, nor wisdom, in the grave."

449.

Let reason vainly boast her power,
To teach her children how to die :
The sinner in a dying hour,

Needs more than reason can supply.
A Saviour's love, a Saviour's power,
Alone can cheer him in that hour.

OLD AG E.*

450.

He set his face in early youth,
To tread the path of sacred truth :
No wonder, then, the way he trod
Led him in peace, to meet his God.

451.

My days were prolonged,
To feeble old age;
And what was my staff?
The life giving page.—
It taught me to pray,
It caused me to hope,
It made me rejoice,
In Jesus my King.

*Under this head, with three or four exceptions, the Epitaphs are

all original.

452.

In all the changing scenes of life,
Still for thy death prepare :
O give thine earliest youth to God;
Thine age shall be his care.

453.

An aged Christian slumbers here,
Whose faith was strong-his love sincere :

Content he passed life's little span,

In fearing God-and serving man.

454.

The aged Pilgrim's staff, is here laid down,
Exchanged for Immortality's bright crown,
No longer called, his weary path to tread,
He sweetly slumbers with the holy dead;
Grant, when at death our staff is here laid down,
The aged Pilgrim's bliss, may be our crown,

455.

Here an old man's silent grave,

Would your attention humbly crave:

What! though I cannot preach.
My grave has one great truth to teach-
"What truth?"

The vanity of age, and youth.

456.

Would you attain a good old age?
Let God, your earliest thoughts engage;
Remember Him in days of youth,
And turn not from the way of truth.

457.

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They that "follow the Lord" fully when they are young, shall have the comfort of his they are old, and their everlasting portion in the heavenly Canaan.

458.

Though "few and evil" were "my days,"

To God belongs my grateful praise :

Let then this humble stone record,

How blessed are they who fear the Lord.

459.

When I was old, and deaf, and blind,
I found my Saviour good and kind,
For oft I heard His gracious voice,
Which bade me in His love rejoice.
And now I see Him face to face,
And glory in His sov'reign grace.

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