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He called his friends, and prefaced with a | When in her way she meets them, they sigh

appear A lover's message_" Thomas, I must die. Peculiar people—death has made them dear. “ Would I could see my Sally, and could rest He named his friend, but then his hand she My throbbing temples on her faithful breast, prest, And gazing go!-if not, this trifle take, And foodly whispered, “ Thou must go to And say, till death I wore it for her sake.

rest :" Yes! I must die-Blow on, sweet breeze, “ I go,” he said ; but as he spoke, she found blow on!

His hand more cold, and fuitering was the Give me one louk, before my life be gone! | sound ! Oh! give me that, and let me not despair, Then gazed affrightened ; but she caught a One last, fond look! and now repeat the

last, A dying louk of love--and all was past!


He had his wish, had more I will not! She placed a decent stone his grave above, paint

| Neatly engraved-an offering of her love ; The lovers' meeting--Sbe beheld him faint: / For that she wrought, for that forsook her With tender fears, she took a nearer view,

bed, Her terrors doubling as her hopes withdrew ; | Awake alike to duty, and the dead; He tried to smile, and, half succeeding said,

She would have grieved, had friends pre"Yes! I must die !” and hope for ever fled !

sumed to spare Still long she nursed him-tender thoughts The least assistance-'twas hier proper care.

mean time Were interchanged, and hopes and views Here will she come, and on the grave will snblime.

sit, To her he came to die, and every day Folding her arms, in long abstracted fit; She took some portion of the dread away: But if observer pass, will take her round, With him she prayed, to him his Bible read, And careless seem, for she would not be Soothed the faint heart, and held the aching found; head :

Then go again ; and thus her hour employ, She came with smiles the hour of pain to While visions please her, and while woes cheer :

destroy. Apart she sighed ; alone she shed the tear; / Then, as if breaking from a cloud, she gave Forbear, sweet maid ! nor be by fancy led, Fresh light, and gilt the prospect of the grave. To hold mysterious converse with the dead;

For sure at length thy thoughts, thy spirit's


One day he lighter seemed, and they forgot In this sad conflict will disturb thy brain; The care, the dread, the anguish of their lot; All have their tasks and trials! Thine are They spoke with cheerfulness, and seemed hard, to think,

But short the time, and glorious the reward ;
Yet said not so,“ Perhaps he will not sink :" | | Thy patient spirit to thy duties give,
A sudden brightness in his look appeared, Regard the dead! but to the living, live!
A sudden vigour in his voice was heard.
She had been reading in the Book of Prayer,
And led him forth, and placed him in his

Lively he seemed, and spoke of all he knew,
The friendly many, and the favonrite few;

Nor one that day did he to niind recal, So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed
But she has treasured, and she loves them all; And yet anon repairs his drooping head,

And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled | Hearts in that time closed o'er the trace ore

Of vows once fondly poored, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky; | And strangers took the kinsman's place, So Lycidas sank low, but mounled high, | At many a joyous board. Through the dear might of him that walk'd Graves which true love had wash'd with tears the waves,

Were left to heaven's bright rain; Where other groves and other streams Fresh hopes were born for other years— along,

He never smil'd again! With nectar pure his oozy locks he lavés,

And hears the unexpressive nuptial song:
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the saints above,

In solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That sing, and singing in their glory move,

c. WESLEY. And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. The morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.

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IMITATION OF GRAY'S ELEGY IN | In yon lone pile, o'er which hath sternly A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD.


The heavy hand of all-destroying Time, ANON.

Through whose low mouldering aisles now No airy dreams their simple fancies fired; sighs the blast, No thirst for wealth, nor panting after fame; And round whose altars grass and ivy climb. But truth divine, sublimer hopes inspired, And urged them onward to a nobler aim. They gladly thronged, their grateful hymns

to raise, From every cottage, with the day arose Oft as the calm and holy sabbath shone; The ballowed voice of spirit-breathing prayer; | The mingled tribute of their prayers and And artless anthems, at its peaceful close, praise, Like holy incense, charmed the evening air. In sweet communion rose before the throne.

Though they, each tome of human lore un | Here, from those honoured lips, which sacred known,

fire The brilliant path of science never trod, From heaven's high chancery hath touched, The sacred volume claimed their hearts alone,

rts alone, they hear Which taught the way to glory and to God. Truths which their zeal inflame, their hopes

inspire, Here they from truth's eternal fountain drew Give wings to faith and check amiction's tear. l'he pure and gladdening waters day by day; Learnt, since our days are evil, fieet, and few, When life flowell by, and like an angel, To walk in wisdoin's bright and peaceful Death way.

| Came to release them to the world on high, Praise trembled still on each expiring breath, | The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair And holy triumph beamed from every eye. Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there!

Oh! what a noble heart was here undone, Then gentle hands their “ dust to dust” con- When Science' self destroyed her favourite sign;

son ! With quiet tears, the simple rites are said ; Yes, she too much indulged thy fond parsnit, And here they sleep, till at the trump divine,

She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped The earth and ocean render up their dead. the fruit.

'Twas thine own Genius gave the fatal blow,

And helped to plant the wound that laid thee ON THE DEATH OF HIS ELDEST low : • SON.

So the struck Eagle stretched upon the plain, CANNING.

No more through rolling clouds to soaragain,

Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, Though short thy span, God's unimpeach'd

And winged the shaft that quivered in his decrees,

heart: Which made that shorten'd span one long

Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel disease;

He nursed the pinion which impelled the Yet, merciful in chastening, gave thee scope

steel, For mild redeeming virtues, faith and hope, Meek resignation, pious charity;

his nest, And, since this world was not the world for

Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast. thee, Far from thy path removed, with partial

care, * Strife, glory, gain, and Pleasure's flowery

AN ELEGY. snare,

C. A, ELTON. Bade earth's temptations pass thee harmless

A SHADOW on my spirit fell, by,

When my husb'd footstep from thee pass'd; Aud fix'd on Heaven thy unreverted eye!

And sad to me thy mild farewell, Oh! mark'd from birth, and nurtur'd for

To me, who found it was thy last ; the skies !

And when I saw thee next, a veil In youth, with more than learning's wisdom,

Was drawn upon thy features pale. wise! As sainted martyrs, patient to endure!

They strewed thee, in thy narrow bed, Simple, as unwean'd infancy, and pure! With roses from thy own loved bowers : Pure from all stain (save that of human clay, In melting anguish memory fled Which Christ's atoning blood hath wash'd

Back to thy valued rural hours; away!)

And saw thee gentle gliding round, By mortal sufferings now no more oppress'd, | Where all to thee was Eden ground. Mount, sinless spirit, to tby destin'd rest! While I-reversed our nature's kindlier | The God, whose presence met thee there, doom,

Was with thee in thy slow decays; Pour forth a Father's sorrows on thy tomb? He answered to thy dying prayer,

Whose life had been a hymn of praise :

Thy God was nigh-tby Shepherd God, ON THE DEATH OF H. K. WHITE.

With comfort of his staff and rod.

I lay thee where the loved are laid: • UNHAPPY WHITE! while life was in its Rest-till their change and thine shall spring,

come; And thy young Muse just waved her joyous Still voices whisper through the shade;

A light is glimmering round the tomb;

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The temple rends! the sleep is ended

EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. The dead are gone! the pure ascended !

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,

Death came with friendly care ;
ON THE DEATH OF A WIFE." | The opening bud to heav'n convey'l,

And bade it blossom there.

Whor'er, like me, with trembling anguish

His dearest earthly treasure to these springs, | So fades the lovely blooming flower,
Whue'er, like me, to soothe distress and Frail smiling solace of an honr;

So soon our transient comforts fly,
Sball court these salutary springs in vain : And pleasure only blooms to die.
Condemn'd, like me, to hear the faint reply,
To mark the fading cheek, the sinking eye,
From the chill brow to wipe the damps of


Beneath, a sleeping infant lies, And watch in dumb despair the short'ning

To earth whose body lent; breath:

More glorious shall hereafter rise, If chance should bring him to this humble

Though not more innocent. line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were

When the Archangel's trump shall blow, mine.

And souls to bodies join, Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast,

What crowds will wish their lives below.. Whose virtue warm'd me, and whose beauty

Had been as short as thine.
Fram'd ev'ry tie that binds the heart to

Her duty friendship, and her friendship love. |
But yet rememb’ring that the parting sigh

Appoints the just to slumber, not to die, BLAME not the monnmental stone we raise,
The starting tear I check’d, I kiss'd the 'Tis to the Saviour's, not the creature's

praise : And not to earth resign’d her, but to God! Sin was the whole that she could call her own,

Her goodness all deriv'd from Him alone ;

To Sin her conflicts, pains, and griefs she AN EPITAPH ON FOUR INFANTS.


Her conqu’ring faith and patience He beROBINSON.

stow'd: Bold Infidelity, turn pale, and die!

Reader! mayst thou obtain like precious Beneath this stone fonr infants' ashes lie :

faith, Say, are they lost or saved ?

To smile in anguish, and rejoice in death! If deatb’s by sin, they sinn'd because they're

here; If heaven's by works, in heaven they can't

appear :

A SOUL prepar'd needs no delays,
Reason, ah! how depraved !

The summons come, the saint obeys: Revere the Bible's sacred page: the knot's Swift was his flight, and short the road, untied:

He clos'd his eyes and saw his God. They died,- for Adam sinn'd;-they live,- The flesh rests here till Jesus come: for Jesus died.

To claim his treasure from the comb.

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