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cloud, he would render their hearts, as the
harp touch'd by the breath of even, stsccpti-
bic to PHYS slightest touch France, Britain,
ireland, and America, have received him as
the delegate of Heaven 10 plead the Bible and
Missionary cause. When u nation is called to
mourn the death Of monarch, it is not unfrc-
quent that memory sickens in viewing


"war's varied horrors, and the train of ills


Which follow on ambitions blood stain'd


path"


Not so the memory of : good mans death.
And when the pous pastor leaves his flock,
reflection yields a pleasing view-recounts his
scrnons-tcls his visits o'er-repcats the adj
monitions often given-while the walls of our
mansions seem to echo the prayers so lately
made in our behalf to Heaven. But his days
are ended. His labor of love on earth is done
and lie has entered, we trust, into that stem
pie not made with hands, eternal in the Heav-
ems" He was but a loan from God. A while
he shone, then sunk in sudden night. Nor was
his brilliancy merely like that of the forest leaf
which, wet with the dew of night, trembes as
il sparkles fin the sun beam, till parch'd by his
director ray, it falls again to the earth. Nor
was his glory like that which tends the meteor's
blaze whose greater glory, fading, leaves a
greater gloom. No--'twas like the siin of day.
uncloudcd as he held his way, while stars were
| lost IN his superior llsrc. what though he
sets The night is short which wells him from
our view. Onr hemisphere has been iumined
by his talents, his piety, and zeal-and though
he sets it is to rise-to rise safe from diseases
and decline, and ''to shine forth as the sun in
the Kingdom of his Father" lie was no stran
ger to thoughts Of death. He did not wait un
til the world should recedc from his.vicw, ere
he endcavoured to pierce beyond the .shadows
clouds, and darkness which hangs around etcr
nifty. when viewing the corpse of a departed
saint it was an usage almost invariable with him
to exclaim-


"My soul isin love with the beautiful clay,
And longs to lie in its stead"


And when his heart sickcn'd, and the pulse bca
low, the smiles OF Heaven chasd the frowns o
death While the hoar snow Of winter, or thS
green grass of summer, shall cover thy grave
thy memory, o Suninerfcld! still shall live
While thy spirit is resting at the throne Of God
remembering thy precepts We viii worship at hi
altar--And though the earthly house thy tab
ernacle shall dissolve beneath its kindred clay
lthy soul


s'Shall flourish in immortal youth,


Unhurt amidst the war of clements,
I The wreck OF matter, and the crush o


worlds"