I one there IS. than oihe,s more.
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Yet one there IS, than othels pore' Reveals the loss within; There, greater numbers throng the o00'' There deeper griefis seen. Ttat always loved, now hGIiOsCed name' Lei grateful heather learn; Their S1od in lite his constant aim Hence that untimely urn O. but for this-it makes more dear Our Father's house abJve, Tn that we hope to meet him theFe' With others whom we love. Our fainting hearts could almost say, That partial heaven too soon From Earth had snatched the prize away His sun goes down at noon Wept by the good" the eyes are few Whence tears do not descend Each church in him pastor knew, Each man bosom friend. Whate'er his faults 10 God confessed, That did His patdon need: He seemed to us who knew him best An Israelite indeed We'll might that bell begin to toll, [

 For such loss as thine! Ne'er shall 1t cease within my soul

 Till others toll for mine. Help, Lord the godly fall around:

 The faithful fail from men, O!what Elisha can be found,

 To fill his place again n' lfnot himself. s. faithful proved,

 This mantle be restored, To one in life as much beloved,

 In death as much deplored. In thine high places vast thou slain

 We weep for Israel, Yet hush my son his words rema'n, '" God doeth aN things weN'" Nov. 30th, ls46. X. A