Too upright, earnest, humble, meek, To bear the cross his Saviour bore. His wisdom he from Scripture drew: Reproach and praise he meekly bore; His daily walk exemplified The faith in which he liv'd and died. An Israelite of heart sincere, An heir of glory slumbers here. At five 177. years old my heart was light; G 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; Bestain'd with blood; and the midnight blast The crimson sod was his bed and his bier Though coffin'd with care in this hallow'd spot Yet this tablet a thousand hearts shall tell 180. The tenant of this little grave, Our hope, and joy, and pride, Was snatch'd away from our embrace: If thou art young, make no delay A simple child to bend, And thus put up a prayer to him "Whate'er in this uncertain world 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. 66 183. They only, who the Promis'd Land espy, 184. He was born and brought up on the billow; But now the cold earth is his pillow, And sound and unbroken his sleep. The winds and the waves cannot shake him; Till the blasts of the trumpet awake him, 185. 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! Once more it spoke:—what said it then? 66 Prepare for death, ye sons of men!" It nearer comes :-what says the cry? Thy days are number'd: thou must die!" It speaks to me; its warning tell : "Death and the judgment! heaven and hell!" 187. 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, 189. My God has been my better part, Pity was beaming from his eye, E'en when he made me droop and die, His word consign'd me to the ground; His trumpet from above shall sound, |