with a heart-glowing burst of hallelujahs. It is easy to rejoice in sunshine: be it the part of my dear good friend to exult in shadows. Though he slay me,' said Job. That is the spirit. Come years; come infirmities, care, pains, sorrows, darkness, and approaching death; still to know Him in whom we have believed. Let this be our aim, to know, to trust, to magnify.

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I am, my dear, good friend, not likely to be other than yours very heartily and affectionately."

TO THE REV. S. LLOYD.

"April 25, 1853.

"MY DEAR SIR,-I have just received your kind communication with the shadowy intelligence it contains. It affords me unfeigned satisfaction to perceive in the midst of your mourning that you have strong consolation, and are enabled to look rather to the heavenly glory surrounding your departed brother, than to dwell on the earthly gloom from which he has been mercifully taken. I will not trouble you with my own emotions further than to say that, excepting his immediate relatives, no one will more affectionately foster the remembrance of your departed brother than myself. On his decease I cannot but mourn, because I am selfish, and I cannot but rejoice at his deliverance, because he was afflicted, and I loved him.

"I am not unmindful, my dear sir, of your kindness in asking me, in the midst of your affliction, by your own pen, to be one of the mourners on the approaching melancholy occasion. With chastened satisfaction, all well, I will attend, and for this purpose accept your kind invitation. Let me be respectfully and affectionately remembered to the sorrowing hearts around you, and believe me to be, my dear sir, with much sympathy, yours very truly obliged."

TO WILLIAM JONES, ESQ.

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Kingsland, April 30, 1853.

"MY DEAR SIR,—I have come from attending the funeral of our dear departed friend, Mr. Lloyd. It would have gratified you, could you have witnessed the evident satisfaction your kind letter and the resolution of the Committee communicated at Stanley Hall. They were read by the Rev. Samuel Lloyd to the assembled group with unfeigned pleasure.

"The scene at the funeral, in which the youth of both sexes of the parish assembled, to the number of between two and three hundred, mingled with people more mature, and with grey hairs, was exceedingly suitable. It had been arranged for the ceremony to take place

before the factories sent forth their youthful multitudes, lest the church and churchyard should be inconveniently crowded.

"The vault is an excellent one; and many of the girls who attend the church will sit exactly over the dust of their late instructor. As I looked at the coffin as it was lowered to its silent receptacle, I could not but gather around me, in my fancy, all at Paternoster-row, who had been associated with him whose mortal remains were before me, but whose spirit was 'beyond the stars.' 'Who will be next?' said 1; and though no audible response reached my ear, the remembrance that I myself was a few years in advance of the deceased, and of those who remained, furnished me with a suitable reply.

"The impression, my dear sir, that you, who so long have been closely linked with our departed friend in the important undertakings of the Society, would like to know somewhat of the closing scene of your honoured associate, is my apology, if one be needed, for this hurried

note.

"Hoping that you and yours are well, and desiring that, bodily and mentally, you may be stronger than 'a giant refreshed with wine,'

“I am, ever yours."

TO MISS SHEPHERD, ON THE DEATH OF HER

FATHER, THE REV. R. H. SHEPHERD, CHELSEA. 20th May, 1850.

"MY DEAR MISS SHEPHERD,-I really hardly know whether to weep with you or rejoice, whether to condole with you, or to congratulate you-I could do either or all with a full heart. And can it be that my dear, good, and muchhonoured friend is now in glory? Shall I never again receive from his talented hand and warm heart, a playful, a friendly, and a patriarchal epistle? 'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." Hardly can there be one who honoured your dear father more than I. I shall go, not a weeping, so far as sorrow is concerned, but as a rejoicing pilgrim, to Norwood Cemetery, when I know where you have laid him.' I heartily thank God, who, of his infinite goodness and mercy, has taken to himself my dear departed brother. His gloom is now changed into gladness, and his pains into pleasures. You all know where to go for consolation and strength, even to the Rock, the Rock of ages,' in which your honoured father trusted. Grace, mercy, and peace rest upon you all. Affectionately would I be remembered to all.

"I remain, your sincere friend.”

To gratify a widening circle of friendship, Mr. Mogridge's muse was often laid under tribute. Birth-day poems were forwarded in some instances annually-expressive of his hopes and wishes for those he loved. The three following were addressed on such occasions, the first to a young lady; the second, as the lines express, was sent after the birthday had passed; the third was to a venerable lady, who had showed much kindness to the author of it.

TO MISS

August 2, 1853.

Dear Anna, thy birthday again

Sets my heart and my spirits a chiming, So, instanter, I take up my pen,

To give thee a page of my rhyming.
Though the summer is vanishing fast,

The autumn bee still is heard humming;
Then smile at thy cares that are past,
And look on to thy comforts a-coming.
Do I wish thee long days of delights,
Unshaded by sorrow and sadness;
With painless and peaceable nights,

And awakings of sunshine and gladness ?
Ay, all, and a thousand times more,

With the joy that the heart most allureth,
And that jewel, the true "Koh-i-noor,"
Content, and the "hope that endureth."