429.

If thou art rich, regard the bed of death;
The rich and poor have here one common doom:
Gold cannot lengthen out thy lingering breath,
Nor glittering ingots gild the darksome tomb.
If thou hast wealth, O mortal! use it well;
Let now thy store to useful ends be given :
For gold will never soothe the pains of hell,
Nor add a rapture to the joys of heaven.

430.

Dost thou on thy virtues dwell?
Try them, lest they lead to hell.
Does thy hope through Christ arise?
That shall raise thee to the skies.

431.

God had long been preparing her for an entrance into the mansions of eternal bliss, and, when we least expected it, her redeemed soul took its flight into the presence of her God and Saviour.

432.

A shipwreck'd mariner lies here asleep,
Who dar'd the dangers of the pathless deep :
This world he found an ever restless sea,
But heaven his haven shall for ever be.

433.

This frail memorial of departed worth is raised over the dust of an affectionate wife and tender mother, who closed a life of usefulness by a death of tranquillity.

434.

O fear thou not, Christian, to die!

In the grave all our troubles are o'er; At the sound of the trump we shall fly, And know sin and feel sorrow no more.

A season at peace and at rest,

We shall wait in this tranquil abode ; Then spring to the realms of the bless'd, And exult in the presence of God.

435.

How numerous are the mouldering dead!
How fast our lives decline!

How soon thy tombstone may be read,
Though now thou readest mine!

436.

If man has trespass'd on thy peace,
And thou art sick and sore,
Forgive his fault, and bid him go
His way, and sin no more.

Thus spoke, when He was here below,

The Lord of earth and heaven,— "Till thou canst every sin forgive, Thy sins are not forgiven."

437.

In evil hour I fell, oppress'd with pain,
By bloody-minded men untimely slain:
O may they find, through Jesus crucified,
That mercy their rude hands to me denied!

438.

Could this memorial speak her worth
Till mortal mingled with the earth,
More humble, fair, or wise than she,

This tombstone would immortal be.

439.

Who can a thousand gifts impart,
And comfort thy desponding heart,
When all thy earthly joys are flown,
With heavenly hope?- The Lord alone.

Who can his strength and grace supply,
When thou art call'd to droop and die,
And for thy crying sins atone?—
The Lord himself--the Lord alone.

Who from the tomb can bid thee rise,
And raise thee to the kindling skies
To sit on heaven's eternal throne?-
The Lord-the Lord—the Lord alone.

440.

A thousand fears of dreadful name
Ungodly men surprise ;

But O, in what a heavenly frame,
The pardon'd sinner dies!

With glory shining round his head,
And sunbeams on his breast,
He lays him calmly on his bed,
And, smiling, sinks to rest.

441.

As he once knew, who slumbers here,
Thy joy and woe, thy hope and fear,
So must thou, also, share the gloom
That gathers round him in the tomb.

442.

He passed his days in retirement, and in the practice of domestic virtue. May thy life, Reader, be as free from blame, and thy death be as deservedly lamented.

443.

When sickness came, and death appear'd,

To give her soul release,

No terrors gather'd round her heart:
Her spirit was at peace.

For though the Lord the wicked tries
With fear and dread alarms,

He gently leads his little ones,
And wins them to his arms.

O why should they repine at death,
And fear their latter end,

Who know that they shall find in God
A Father and a Friend?

She softly laid her throbbing head
On her Redeemer's breast,

And, listening to his soothing voice,
Serenely sank to rest.

444.

He was born a Briton, bred a Soldier,
Liv'd a Patriot, and died a Christian.

445.

What is the heritage of the righteous?-A life of peace, a death of hope, and a resurrection to endless glory.