84.

What though these earthly springs of joy be dried, There is a river, whose unfailing stream,

Rolls its full tide of happiness along ;

From that my purest comforts still shall flow,
Till I my children's bliss am called to know.

85.

Hear, thou pale mourner, o'er an infant's grave, Did not our Saviour die, thy child to save? Believe, though veiled in darkness from above, That all God's paths are wisdom, truth, and love.

86.

Farewell, sweet child! a long farewell to thee,

From sin's pollution thou art ever free,

Thy pilgrimage was not too brief to show,
How every stage of life is mixed with woe.

87.

Mourn not their blest, their early doom,
But chase your tears away;

These lovely flowers are gone to bloom
In everlasting day.

88.

Ye who have sorrowed o'er the bier
Of one as gentle, and as dear;

Pause at the tomb, in whose lone shade
The form of infancy is laid;

O'er these loved ashes parents shed,
Tears such as told fond hope was fled;
Yet, not as hopeless-for they knew
The Saviour died for children too:
And 'mid their grief's severest pain,
Faith wispered "he shall rise again;"
Till that bright hour, behold him there,
Where's no temptation, pain, or care;
Made heir of glory-(blest renown)
Without a conflict for the crown,
Whilst with the saints he joins to cry
"O grave where is thy victory."

89.

Sweet babe! from griefs and dangers,
Rest here for ever free ;

We leave thy dust with strangers,

But oh we leave not thee.

While that which is immortal,

Fond hope doth yet retain,

And saith, "At heaven's bright portal
We all shall meet again."

*To the memory of an infant that died from home, and whose remains

were interred in a far distant churchyard.

90.

'Tis done!--the darling idol I resign,
Nor longer at thy righteous will repine.

91.

"Oh!" says the gardener, as he passes down the walks, "who removed that plant? who gathered that flower?" His fellow-servant says, "the master," and the gardener holds his

peace.

Dost thou say? "To trifle is to live,."-
And is it then a trifle, too, to die?

93.

Stop for a moment, youthful passers by,
On this memento cast a serious eye;

Though now the rose of health may flush your cheek,
And youthful vigour, health and strength bespeak;
Yet think how soon, like me, you may become,
In youth's fair prime, the tenants of the tomb.

94.

Oh! seek the Lord-arise,
Pursue the way of truth;
For they indeed are wise,
Who serve the Lord in youth.

95.

True wisdom is, to know what is best worth knowing, and to do what is best worth doing.

96.

Here rests in peace, a much lamented child,
Of manners gentle, and of temper mild;
Prompt to obey, in wisdom's path he* trod,
And early knew his Saviour and his God.

97.

Oh! weep not for him,

For the flower of the morning,

So dear to your bosoms,

So fair to your eyes;
But weep for the souls
Unbelievingly scorning,
The counsel and truth

Of the "God only wise."

*In most of the Epitaphs, the masculine pronoun may be changed for the feminine and in some few the singular number might be changed for the plural, or vice versa. The writer has seen inscriptions, where, for convenience, the nominative case was changed into the plural number, and the verb, from ignorance, retained in the singular. As such sad blundering is quite enough to subject to ridicule, and consequeutly destroy the effect of the finest lines a Cowper, or Montgomery ever penned; so let no alterations be attempted by any uneducated person, on his own unassisted judgment.