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then lying gently down to die! How different is approve, she looked kindly on her attendants, and my situation ! But I am sustainedjust sustained !" said, "I hope I have not spoken sharply."

* And will be sustained, my dear! and the more So far was she from this, that her whole conduct we are called to suffer, the more the strength of di- was marked with the greatest gentleness. She revine grace is manifested in supporting us; and the signed herself to the most trying measures, for the more, therefore, God is glorified in us."

satisfaction of her friends, when she had relinquish" Yes, brother ! let God be glorified, whether by ed all hope of recovery; and the smallest attensuffering, or life, or death!”

tions were sure to be met with kind acknowledge O brother, I am so frail-so helpless--so very ments. helpless! In these deep waters, I often seem just On being told that her brother was coming to her like Peter, ready to sink; and, like him, I cry, room, after a long and heavy conflict, she imme'Lord, save, or I perish!

diately said, still alive to all the delicacies of her “But you did not, like him, challenge Provi- sex-" Then, Maria, do see that the room is in ordence."

der, and-my person? Is that nice and becoming? “No, no, brother; the Lord brought me here, -Do pnt me to rights—that I know will please my and he supports me, and will support me!"

dear brother!" “O I cannot sufficiently admire the Saviour, who, I had now obtained more of self-command, and in such circumstances as his, could say, ' Not my was much with my sister: and though she had will, but thine be done!' He was human as well as wonderful power to restrain her feelings when I divine; he saw all his sufferings beforehand; and was present, it was impossible not to be acutely afbis sufferings were every way peculiar and incon- fected by her afllictions. ceivable; and he felt every thing as we do; and he These afflictions, continuing day after day, and said, “Not my will, but thine be done ! O what each day with more hopelessness, could not be deresignation !"

sired. I could not, indeed, bring myself to utter "have had a night of dreadful pain. It has such words, but the inward sentiment of the heart been as though every joint and nerve in the body was, " that if lífe couid only be held on such terms, were rent asunder. I have not so much as the tip life itself, dear as it was, might terminate.” So may of the finger free from pain. I never could have we be brought to ask, what, of all other things, we thought the body was capable of so much suffer- dreaded to realize! ing.'

On entering her chamber at this time, I took my Fearing that this language might be mistaken for seat by her side, and gave her some cider, the only complaint, she continued—“This is better than I thing she could now take-"Brother,” she said, deserve; this is better than the pleasures of the "you got me this cider-it is so acceptable ! Thank world and of sin; this is nothing to what my Sa- you, thank you. O how sweet is ihe kindness of viour suffered; his were the sufferings of the soul, friends! How great are my mercies! mine are those of the body. O praise him, for he is "Is it not mysterious, brother, that I still am apgood; his mercy endureth for ever-praise him- pointed to suffer ?". praise him!"

"Yes, my dear; but while we continue here, God But all this cannot so fully reveal the serenity has some end to answer by us." and composure of her spirit as the interest she still "Yes, brother, all is right !" cook in the welfare and even transitory feelings of Now," I said, "we believe it; by-and-by we others; and her watchfulness over herself in her shall see it." conduct towards them. In her most pungent suffer- “O yes!" she replied; "now I must walk by faith ings, there was the same disregard of herself, the sense won't do now-won't do now !" same consideration and love of others. It was really Gazing on her brother's averted and troubled feasurprising!

tures, she said, “Brother! It is such a pleasure to In a most severe paroxysm of pain, she said "I think of you." have been fearing lest my sufferings should cause "I

am pleased that it is, my dear." any who see them, or may hear of them, to stumble; That, brother, gives me greater pleasure still !" bui remember, this is my dying testimony- Behold, " And this pleasure, I trust, will never be taken happy is the man whom the Lord correcteth!'from us !"

On hearing her nurse, who was affected by her “Never-never !” she replied with fervency: torments, say—"Dear creature, she will have had But who shall successfully contend with death! all her sufferings in this life."-She immediately The youngest and the strongest must utterly fail took it up, and with peculiar earnestness replied, before his unsparing and all-powerful hand. The "No, nurse, that is a fatal deception! Our depend last and severest attack of disease was made early ance must be, not on our own sufferings, but on the on the morning of December the eleventh; and I sufferings of Christ. We all deserve to suffer for was suddenly called up to witness a struggle that ever, and if we escape this, it must be by the Lord was supposed to be fatal. But the voice was not in Jesus Christ. Remember, nurse, by faith in the the storm. The divine goodness had graciously Lord Jesus Christ, as penitent sinners! no other way!" appointed (and I cannot sufficiently adore it) that

In the midst of most violent pain, she turned to the spirit, which was prepared meekly to resign its Maria, and said, “Mind, my dear, above all things, habitation at its Father's bidding, should not seem that you seek to be rooted and grounded in the faith. to be forced from it, amid the throes of convulsion You will surely want it when you come to this. O and the wildness of delirium. Martha, after susit is a solemn thing to step from one world to an- taining, in the spirit we have recorded, a desperate other! we can never take such another step-so and heart-rending conflict, for most of this day, solemn! See that you are ready for it. Walk, my sunk into a deep sleep. This blessing had been long dear Maria, near to God, walk circumspectly-be sought, but not found; and now it had come, it refamiliar with another world—the end of all things mained on her through the night, and the whole of is at hand--think of nie!"

the next day, till we began to tremble, lest, indeed, On being partially relieved from agony, which she should wake no more. However, on the evenbrought on delirium, she exclaimed, scarcely re-ing of the twelfth, she awoke, greatly refreshed in covered to her thoughts—“There, now tell my dear- spirit, and comparatively at ease in her body. est mother I am better!"

But the victory was gained. Death had subdued In similar circumstances, fearing she might, with the earthly frame, and put his awful signature upon out knowing it, have uttered what she would not l it. Fiery inflammation had done its work, and

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mortification was eating its way to the vital parts. Yes, the Sabbath !" she replied, as the smile of The body, which had recently discovered such un. hope and peace softly glowed over the ruins of her natural energy, was now powerless as earliest in- outward features, and then forsook them for ever. fancy. The liteblood had fallen from the counte- She had frequently referred to this day, I learni, as nance; the shadows of death hung on the eyelids; the day of her happy release. the lips refused all nourishment, except what could The Sabbath came. There was an impression be conveyed to them on the head of a feather. How among us, made principally by Martha's allusions, low, how very low we may be brought, before we which rendered the opening of this day most peaceare actually brought to the dust of death!

ful and solemn. We moved abouí without noise, There was something strangely impressive in this spoke with a subdued voice, and took our refreshchange! The features were occasionally illumi- ments as though we took them not. The dear paDated by the indwelling spirit, and then sunk again tient (sufferer now no longer) remained through into darkness. The voice was now uttered under the early morning shut up from all surrounding the breath, and was rather like a whisper from the objects. Her mother, exhausted by many nights grave than sound the human tongue can uiter, so watching, I had urged to seek slight repose; the uneartbly was it. And the whole form frequently family went out to the house of prayer; I underappeared almost as without life; and when it was took, for the period, the sole care of our common put in motion, it seemed to be more by the impulse love. It was an opportunity I sought, but scarcely of a living spirit on a dead body, thañ by the free knew how to sustain. However, there were no use of any physical powers. Yet when the spirit symptoms of present alarm-my charge was as she could make itself expressed, through these dim and had been through most of the night-feeling nodisordered bodily organs, it spoke of peace which thing, awake to nothing. I took the New Testaprin could not destroy, of a lite over which death ment into my hand, that charter of our immortality; had no power. The following are some of its brief and to avoid my own reflections, read its blessed and broken expressions, which are among the most assurances. An unusual composure stole over my precious and sacred things committed to memory's thoughts—they were following, in imagination, the keeping

spirit they loved into heaven's eternal mansions. Soon after her waking, desirous 10 have renewed The body stirred, and called up my attention. testimony of her happiness, I asked, is she still felt I hung over il, and explored the features, hoping sustained and comforted ?

yet for some sign of love and consciousness--but "Yes,” she replied; "suffering and weakness af, ihere was no spirit visible there! fect the mind, and bring a cloud between me and “My dear!" I said. every thing–I cannot dwell on things as I wish- Her eyes, still true to their love, wandered in but the foundation is the same the foundation is the search of their object-but no! the film of death same—and that supports me—the foundation of God hung too heavily upou them. standeth sure.

Disappointed at this, the hand which had seemed “I have great reson to be very thankful for this to be lifeless so long, made an effort to creep torelief-very thankful-0 to praise Him!-help me wards ine. to praise-I cannot praise--in Heaven !"

The sight was too affecting. I put my hand into Righteous is the Lord, and good_immensely hers, and brought it on its way. good-he is become my salvation to praise him!” I pressed it.

"Pray that my deaih may be more useful, much It made a feeble and painful effort to return the more useful, than my life!"

pressure, “One moment after death!"

My dear!" I repeated. O Heaven--Heaven-Heaven!"

She made a last effort to raise her eyelids, but in Maria,” she said, “talk to me about Heaven.” vain! It was spoken of as a slate of rest, happiness, and Her lips moved, and I bent my car for some espurity.

pression of hope and peace. “Yes-yes,” she replied to the several observa- "My--brother!”- they whispered. tions, with a most gentle and heavenly expression Those gentle, affectionate, dying sounds will al. of countenance.

ways dwell in my ear; but there was yet (I can “Ah! Heaven !-I am going, I will not stay scarcely tell why) another name I wished once more here!"

to pass those lips! It was remarked—“There we shall see God !" I said—“There is a name that is far dearer to

The words touched her soul; delight and love you than even that of brother." stood in her eyes—" See God, see God-tell me no She made an effort to speak again-but the lips

refused to do her bidding. I watched them intensely. She dwelt on it in silence, till her feeble powers They became fixed, and the eyelids had sunk io were perplexed :-"Talk about it again," she said. their former position ! It was revived-her mind seized on it-" See

I pressed my finger on her pulse. It came and God !-ah!-yes!—do not say any more; it is too went; it fluttered and faltered; it stopped and remuch !- Pray for patience.".

vived most ominously! On Saturday the fifteenth, Martha lay mostly in I was relieved by the arrival of the family. Her a state of insensibility. She received no refresh- mother, Eliza, and Maria came into the chamber ment, took no notice. In the afternoon, her anxious successively; and, without saying a word, they mother expressed a conviction that she would notice marked the change, and took their place beside me. me, if I sought to call up her atiention. I sat quietly It was a solemn hour. We could not move; could at her side, and fanned her. I moistened her lips not speak; could not weep. We were standing on with the cider, to which she had been so partial. the verge of two worlds. This world never apShe revived. "" So sweet !" she said —" That kind peared so shadowy; heaven never appeared so hand!--my dearest brother - I love to see you !-quite near. It seemed as though a breath would waft worn out !"

aside the thin veil which separated us from elerSoon afterward the tolling of the church bell nity; and faith and imagination were alive to the caught her ear--" That sweet bellswcet bell?" she presence of ministering spirits, who were expected srid.

each moment to convey a sister spirit to all the "Brother, what is to-morrow?"

grandeur and blessedness which it can reveal. " It is the Sabbath day, my dear!"

The object of our motionless and fixed attention

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ay as in a profound sleep, only that the respiration | blessed kind; and now it presented a picture of the was becoming longer and deeper. Our own breath- most entire desolateness." The domestic fire was ing, by sympathy, was made more difficult. extinguished, the carpets were taken up, the bed

It became deeper-and deeper-and deeper! was removed. Its furniture was a coffin; its inha

After each aci of respiration, there was a dread-bitant a corpse; and the only sign of life about it ful hesitancy, whether it should be renewed any was derived from a poor robin, which sat on the more!

opened frame of the window, repeating his short It was renewed-once-and again—and then lost wintry note, as if asking for food he had often refor ever!

ceived, but' had now sought many days in vain. That moment our breath was suspended-and all | There was no relief to be found here. I hastened was still as death, silent as the grave.

away to the garden, to regain the composure I had The next minute we recovered our inspiration by lost. an hysterical effort; trembling seized us; we fell But the morning arrived on which the very back'in our seats, and burst into a flood of tears. remains of so valued a being were to be removed

We were, at length, interrupted by the arrival of from our possession. It was a dreaded day. There the nurses. I was unwilling that strangers should was á feverish activity about the family, connected enter the room, it seemed so heavenly; I could not with an expression of our mulaal wishes by signs bear that the body should be touched, it seemed so rather than words, which intimated the suppression sacred. I waved my hand for them to depart; but, of feeling that would scarcely yield to the hand of checked by recollecting that their offices were need-i government. Our friends, the Rev. Messrs. Kemp ful, we hastened from the spot, and mourned apart and Weybridge, with the male members of our the common, the inexpressible visitation.

families, assembled to perform the few last offices

due to mortality. One of them sought to break the CHAPTER XXV.

painful silence, while waiting for our summons, by

remarking to my father—"Well, my friend, God is 1821.

lopping off the branches, that the trunk may fall the On the next morning we arose to a sense of our easier!" situation. The habitation was darkened; and an " Lopping off the branches, indeed!” he replied, air of gloom and desertion rested on all its apart- in so tremulous and sad a voice, as made us all Tuents. We moved about it with a silent and smo- seek refuge again in silence. thered tread, as if we might still disturb the repose The arrangements were now complete, and we of our beloved relative. We feared to meet each were called to take our place in them. There other's look; and the loved name which filled our were, first of all, twelve children, who had been thoughts no one could venture to utter. The smiles the latest scholars of the deceased, ilressed in white. and caresses of our children seemed unnatural and Close by the side of the body there was, unobtrusive distressing to us; and, I believe, had we obeyed the and faithful, the lone widow in quiet sorrow; and impulse of personal feeling in this early stage of around her, but a little distant, were some female our grief, we should each one have sought a state villagers with their children, all of whom were of absolute seclusion.

evidently interested in the occasion. Afterward But there were duties still to be paid to the de- came the mourners, who closed the simple procesceased; and reverence and love urged us to dis- sion. My attention was called up by my father, at charge them without delay. Our minds, therefore, whose side I stood. We had spared his suffering were quickly girded to their performance; and pain- as much as possible through the past scenes; but this fal as they are, they seem designed by a compas- final service seemed to take greater effect on him. sionate Providence, at this period of deep distress, His noble and revered frame, bending with age and to temper and regulate those emotions which might shaken by present affliction, rocked and trembled otherwise work with destructive power.

so as to make me fear, that my efforts to steady his Some of the earliest and least welcome duties, steps would not avail' to support him through the however, which properly attached to me, were as trial. kindly, as delicately anticipated by those who might We moved slowly, reluctantly

forward. There well have shrunk from them. Yet, as the mind was no noise, no disgusting indifference, no imperrecovered a degree of tranquillity, I felt that sacred tinent curiosity. The spectators showed their conand final trusts were committed to my hands, which cern by silent sympathy; and if any of them spoke, I ought not entirely to delegate to others; and that it was with a soft voice, and mostly the record a I should not be satisfied with myself, unless I be- full heart was disposed to make of the virtues or came the witness of their having been executed. sufferings of the departed. This impression, supported by the yearnings of a We entered the churchyard. We were received trembling affection to take a last look of a form so by the officiating minister, and passed into the unutterably dear, gave birth to a desire of visiting church. The service began. Never did I listen the chamber where it lay, before it should be for to it with such ears. I had many times read, and ever shut up from my sight.

had admired as often as I had read, the apostle's It appeared essential to the accomplishment of argument on the great doctrine of the resurrection; this purpose, that it should be unobserved; and but if ever it is to be felt in all its force of proof, in having sought for the occasion, I crept to the room all its exaltation of sentiment, in all its triumph of as if detection would have made it really impossible. confidence, it must be when hanging over the relics I approached the coffin. With a steady hand I of those we most have loved, and clinging to the hope gently pressed aside its cover. The first glimpse of immortality as the only one that can abide with of the object for which the eye was searching, smoteus amid the devastations of time and death. We my hand and frame as by the shock of electricity. quitted the sanctuary for the spot where we were I recovered myself, and gazed on it for a moment. to deposite our sacred charge-a spot which the deThose eyes, those ears, those hands had never been ceased had chosen. We met around the mouth of atterly insensible to me, and now they were so! It the grave, and beneath the shade of a spreading was not to be indured!' The lid was hastily closed, yew-tree. The coffin descended. The service went and resting the arm upon it, I endeavored to diverton. The fragments of earth fell on the surface the course of thought by turning the eye on other with a rattling hollow sound, which affectingly prothings. But this room was associated with mani- claimed the nothingness of all earthly life, the vanity fold recollections of the most cheerful, pleasant, and of all earthly hope The "sure and certain hopes was expressed with the confidence of faith; the ja mam that he bear the yoke in his youth. It is good thanksgiving and the prayer were offered, and the that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the act of soleinn worship ceased.

salvation of the Lord.” It is needless to say, that the We hung around the spot as if it could not be reflections which were grounded on this passage forsa ken. The children looked into the grave, and were such as well illustrated and forcibly applied its shed sincere and generous tears over their devoted important doctrine; and it will be at once apparent, instructer. The good mothers expressed their emo that the words themselves could not have been bettion, either by utiering their blessings on her me- ter adapted to the occasion, had they been selected mory, or averting their countenances, which were by those who knew most of the deceased. too much distressed for inspection. The widow The solemn duties of the temple terminated; and stood gazing with features full of resigned sorrow, in the evening I was glad, under the influence of which seemed to say, "I have lost a friend, and I suppressed feeling, to seek the relief of retirement. shall never and such another.” Her father resolved I had necessarily been much with others; now I on one last look; and, deeply groaning, turned was alone. I had had a distinct object before me, away for ever. For myself, my courage tailed me; and had struggled against emotion, that I might not I feared to look at all; and in moving from the be disqualified for paying those last offices to the place, I found myself involuntarily endeavoring to dear departed which I had determined to render; assuage rebellious feeling, by repeating the words, but, now every thing was done, the bracing power "In sure and certain hope! in sure and certain of resolution was lost, and the reflections wandered hope !"

at liberty over all that had transpired. Thought Yet, however willing to stay, it was necessary was busy in dwelling on the more recent and disfor us to depart. We allowed ourselves to be put tant scenes of her life. Our infantile sympathiesin our former melancholy order, and moved from our childish amusements—our youthful perplexithe sacred enclosure. There, where Tillotson has ties-our matured affection-our Christian compreached, where Watts has studied, where Mason munion-were all surprisingly present to the mind. sleeps--there, where the wicked cease from trou. Then it was that I feli the kindred ties of blood, the bling and the weary are at rest—there we left the dearest attachments of the heart, were rudely burst precious remains, sustained by the gracious assur- asunder; that she, who had been cherished on the ances of Him who watches over the dust of his same bosom, and reposed in the same cradle-that saints, and who has promised to raise, glorify, and she, who had shared in my earliest recollections, my immortalize it. The particular place at which it best enjoyments, my deepest affections that she, reposes is marked by a plain tablet, which bears the who had grown up by my side, shedding the light, following inscription :

and love, and gladness of her presence around me, M. R.

till it seemed almost the necessary element of my OBT. DEC. 16, 1821, Et. 28.


that my sister, my only sister, was no TO THE STRANGER,

more-that an irreparable breach had been made in the series of my relationships that I was sister.

less, and that I could never be otherwise ! TO HER FRIENDS,

But these reflections would mix themselves with

others which served to qualify them. It was imposHER MEMORY IS HER BEST EPITAPH.

sible to separate Martha's life from the presence of

religion; or to revert to the final scenes of suffering On arriving at the cottage, there was yet another without receiving a triumphant testimony of the duty to be discharged before we separated. Martha, power of godliness. Here the lacerated heart found in disposing of what belonged to her, had assigned a consolation. Imagination turned from privation, portion of her circulating books to the children who anguish, and death, to follow the living and emanwere now with us, appointing a particular book to cipated spirit springing to the light of heaven, clad each child. They were, therefore, arranged in the in the glory of heaven, and keeping heaven's eterhall; and the books were presented to them in her nal Jubilee with God, and the Lamb, and all the name, with a request that they would not part with sanctified. The mind seemed present to the society them. One of my ministering brethren very and blessedness it contemplated. The tender ré kindly gave them a brief and appropriate address, quest of the departing saint-"Do not think of me, while the other offered for them earnest and affec- brother, as far away!" came softly over the memory, tionale prayer. The tender, sympathetic, and so- and supplied the last drop to the overflowing emo lemn allusions made in these services to the deceas. tions of the heart.-There is a balm most fragrant ed, went direct to the hearts of the children, and and salutary in those tears which nature sheds and they indulged themselves in the uncunstrained ex- religion sanctifies. pressions of their grief. It was a very affecting close of most affecting engagements.

In the decline of the day we hastened to town, and Winter has returned again, and again departed; prepared ourselves as we could to seek, on the ap- but we are still a mourning family, and the sense proaching Sabbath, the improvement of the event, of our loss will often cross the current of our in the more trying and public service of the sanc- thoughts when they are seeking recreation, or intent tuary. On the afternoon of the day Dr. Winter* on the busy duties of life. The beloved Dame has commended the bereaved family to the divine pity indeed been given to an infant born to us since the and blessing; and sought to render the impressive removal of our relative; but the heart cannot so be dispensation beneficial to a crowded and deeply in- cheated. There is a void in our circle, and about terested auditory, from these words, “ It is good for our cottage, which Martha only could fill. Her

smiles, her words, her handiwork, are associated The bereavement was also improved the same day with every thing and every apartment of the place; by the Cheshunt ministers, and the Rev. T. West, of and tell us of enjoyments thai are past never to be Barking, the residence of my parents ; to them, and restored ! to the extended circle of sympathizing friends, who Time, however, has so softened grief, that it has sought by the kindest attention to lighten the burden now little to distress, nothing to alarm reflection. of the sufferer or of the survivors, the writer tenders It is of a quiet, soothing, and often, I trust, of an his respectful but cordial acknowledgements. May elevating character. Martha lived a saint, and 'noy find comforters, kind and true, in their adversity! I died a saint; and, now that the first flow of sorrow


is past, the impression of her life and death is most those influences, which alone can effectually guard, saintly and blessed. The house in which she dwelt and sanctify, and exalt the mind. as the more dear for having had her as its inhabit- The question, then (forgive its freedom in its kind ant; the paths she loved to tread are the more plea- intention,) which I am anxious earnestly to propose, sant because she has trod them; the garden she ad- is, By what principles is your life regulated ? To mired is the more beautiful for having given her what end is it directed ? Are you living as seeing pleasure; her flowers, the only living memento of the things that are invisible and eternal ? or are her lovely but frail existence, are the more precious you intently pursuing present and worldly objects for reminding us of her; and in the very chamber as your highest good? Is your life, like that of the and on the very pillows where she resigned her deceased, a course of strict self-discipline and unspirii into the hands of her Saviour, I now fre- limited devotedness to its Author ? or does it centre quently lay me down to repose, with a sense of se- in selfish gratitications and earthly pleasures ? Are renity and peace never connected with the spot be- you prepared for a change of being which will cerfore.

tainly, and perhaps quickly, come; and beyond Similar impressions happily extend even to our which all change, and all hope of change, are exchildren, from their partial remembrances. The cluded for ever? eldest, when anxious to give his full commendation These inquiries arise to you as a rational and imto any real or supposed excellence, declares, it is mortal creature; and, excuse me in remarking, if like aunt Martha. And his younger brother, as if there is any reluctance to entertain them, there is sympathizing in our seriousness, would sometimes proportionate reason to fear they have been too arrest himself in his gambols, and pointing to the sadly neglected. And can such subjects as they inblue sky, would say, with his broken utterance, volve be neglected, without affording some proof " Aunt Martha gone up to heaven-me go to auni of an inward reluctance to regard them? And can Martha !"

such reluctance dwell in the breast of a rational The memory of the just is blessed! It softens the being, without implying an alienation of heart from heart, elevates the eye, strengthens the hand, sanc- objects by which it ought to be most powerfully ai. tifies the soul. ' It is the voice of God proclaiming tracted ? to us peace in this life, joy in the life to come. It It is a law of your nature, that whatever of good has often been enshrined in the breast of infancy, is possessed, you should still be looking froin the preas the seeds of a future and glorious life; and has sent to some future enjoyment. But, how is it, ihai sometimes made its way to the heart, which had while, under the force of this principle, you pass shown itself preoccupied by worldly care and eagerly from the attainment of one temporal pleaearthly enjoyment, against all common remon- sure to the pursuit of another, your anticipations strance, and entreaty. The memory of the just is never spring beyond the limitations of sense and blessed!

time, and feed on the immutable realities of a spiritFARE THEE WELL! FARE THEE WELL!

ual world? Why should hope stop suddenly in her IT IS SWEET TO THINK OF THEE!

excursion into suturity, on the line which separates OF THY WORK OF FAITH,

this world from another, when by passing that line L.ABOR OF LOVE, AND PATIENCE OF HOPR;

the prize immortality, the utmost to which she could aspire, would be within her grasp? Could

any thing check her course and paralyze her enerDEATH, SUFFERING, AND SIN;

gies at once, and just when they should be most excited, but fear? And why should fear bave

power to array every thing in an unseen world in THE SONGS, THE JOYS, THE REST

forms of alarm and terror, is not sustained by the OF THE BLESSED,

testimony of conscience? Surely here are inuicaSURROUNDED BY HEAVEN'S RADIANT GLORY,

tions of a mind estranged from Him whom it ought

most to know; of a soul fallen from God, sunk into BENEATH THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY !

itself, and losing itself in an animal, sensitive, and IT IS SWEET TO THINK OF THEE!

perishable existence. FARE THEE WELL! FARE THEE WELL!

Such a state, as it is the offspring of crime, so it I WOULD EVER THINK THOU ART HAPPY!

is the parent of misery. It is admitted, that it is NEVER THINK THOU ART GONE!

capable of some gratifications; and were you not enriched with a superior nature, they would be per

fect in their kind while they continued. As it is, READER-I have now accomplished, with what they are necessarily imperfect. The senses and ability I might, my painfully pleasing task of intro- appetites of the body may find readily the pleasures ducing you to an intimate knowledge of a relative for which they are adapted, in the suitableness of who was dear, unutterably dear while living, and things around them to their nature; but the soul, whose memory is made divinely sacred by the so- an exile from its home, wanders about in such a lemn and final transformations of death. It is nei- world, solitary and sorrowful, seeking rest and find. ther accordant with my wishes nor my taste to close ing done. In the midst, indeed, of animated spirits, this narrative by burdening your attention with all social enjoyments, honorable duties, and soothing the inferences, in formal succession, which it might reputation, your passions have endeavored to imsufficiently justify. But, on the other hand, I can. portune you into a sense of happiness; but the efnot feel at liberty entirely to resign this record to fort has been as unsuccessful as it was clamorous. your hands, without pressing on your thoughts the The soul, offended at the violence offered to its own importance of a personal and practical application unwelcome convictions, has refused to confirm the of the lessons it unfolds or suggests. If virtue has pleadings of the heart; and while the smile of joy been exhibited, it is that it may be reproduced and has been playing on your cheek, and the breath of invigorated in you; if natural defect of character flattery exhilarating your spirit, and the cup of proshas been acknowledged, it is, that in coming to a perity sparkling in your hand, it has ached with a wise sense of your own deficiencies, that you may bitter sense of vacancy and vexation! Dot be seduced into despondency; and if the gradual O do not put from you this confession of a timid conquest of these infirmities, has been traced to the and silenced conscience! Do not hide yourself from corresponding influence of vital religion, it is that the inquietudes of your own spirit! They are unyou might have greater solicitude awakened for welcome, but they are salutary. To tride with





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