47.

The precious dust beneath that lies,
Shall at the call of Jesus rise,

To meet the Bridegroom in the skies;
That day we'll meet again.

48.

Here in peace his dust is laid,

Jesus watches o'er his bed;

Here in certain hope to lie,
Till the trumpet sounds on high.

49.

This stone is erected

by their two afflicted Daughters,
in grateful remembrance of the affection
of their beloved and estimable

Parents.

50.

His ready smile a parent's warmth express'd, Their welfare pleased him, and their cares distress'd;

To Home, his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.

51.

Thrice happy Babe, farewell, how short thy stay,
Soon by thy Maker wast thou call'd away;
Beloved and mourned, alas! no art could save,
The will of Heaven appoints thy early grave.

52.

Sleep on, thou loved one, sleep,
Beneath the quiet sod;

With faith, and hope, and prayer,
We gave thee up to God.

statuary appear, but that it has the green sward for its groundwork, and shading trees, and spots all rosy, or mosaiced with flowers, shining amidst and round its monumental marbles. That low white cross with pendant wreaths of yellow amaranths, (offerings of living love to the dust in dust beneath it,) looks still purer for the soft green leaves and clusters of the scarlet geranium, lifting its glowing petals at his feet.

Cemeteries express the feelings, and meet the wants of an altered time. God's acre (to use the old German name) must not be a miserable tenth of an acre, where you sow death and reap pestilence and fees. Burial should be made beautiful and sacred. In various parts of the kingdom large tracts of land fall into the hands of the Burial Boards and are tastefully planted. Chapels are erected, and due consecration performed, that those whose creeds are different, may each have for his remains the form of rite which his fathers professed. Groups of children, knots of decorous wanderers may be seen strolling in the sunshine among grass, and trees and flowers. To such a place the new summer brings its fresh revival of beauty, as it does to the garden or the forest. In strolling through them who does not stop to read the records?—and how fondly natural it is! Every man has one

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53.

Though young in years, his youthful lamp
With grace was well supplied;
For twice he breathed his Saviour's name,
Then closed his eyes and died.
Those eyes shall be unclosed again
That Saviour's face to see;

O Christ! how blessed is the hope
That now he is with Thee.

Oh live

54.

A life of faith;

This hope alone can cheer;
Make God thy Guide in life,
Ev'n death thou need'st not fear,
Thy home is heaven.

55.

He's gone into Immanuel's land,
That happy land above:
And he, a blessed saint, doth reap

The fruits of faith and love.

56.

Ask'st thou, O curious Stranger, who sleeps here?
One, once like thee, who walked in doubt and fear
Until he found the path of life and peace,

Then did his joys commence and sorrows cease;
Sinful and weak he to the Saviour came,
And found redemption trusting in his name.
Seek thou in truth, and thou shalt find the same.

57.

A Faithful and Affectionate Husband,
Father, and Friend.

58,

Erected by one who truly loved her.

59.

She died as she lived

Trusting in Jesus.

60.

Take comfort, Christians, when your friends
In Jesus fall asleep;

Their better being never ends,

Why, then, dejected weep?

61.

"Earth is all vanity,

False as 'tis fleeting;

Grief is in all its joy,

Smiles with tears meeting;
Youth's brightest hopes decay,

Pass like morn's gems away,
Too fair on earth to stay,

Where all is fleeting."

62.

One faithful heart shall o'er thy ashes mourn.

ROSE BANK CEMETERY.

63.

Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed,
A crown for the brow of the early dead!
Though they smile in vain for what once was ours,
They are Love's last gift, bring ye flowers,
Pale flowers.

64.

Consumption came commissioned from on high, And bore the loved one from earth to sky.