65.

Faith lent its aid to purify her heart,
Hope courage gave to act the christian part,
And charity, that Godlike gift, was given,
To mould her soul and make it fit for heaven.

66.

O God! on what a slender thread,
Hang everlasting things!

The eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings!

67.

Her sudden removal has cast a deep gloom over her sorrowing Husband and Relatives. In her were united the most endearing qualities of a fond wife, a sincere friend, and a lively companion.

68.

Our times are in God's hands.

69.

Gentle, accomplished, lovely,

n;

And adorned with the graces of the christian
Cut down as a flower,

Her early death is deeply lamented.

70.

Erected as a last tribute of affection to the endeared memory of an only and beloved child.

71.

Here lies the dust in memory dear,

"Tis hallowed by affection's purest tear.
72.

How still and peaceful is the grave!
Where, life's vain tumults past,

The appointed house, by Heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last.

73.

He oft thought on the words so meek,
The blessed Lord had spoken;
His peace bequeathed did truly seek
Of faith and love the token.

74.

"Be sure you lay me there," she said,
"In that sweet lonely spot;

And strew with flowers my grassy bed,
To prove I'm not forgot.

Life's brightest home seems not so fair,
As death's dark dull abode ;

For while my clay is mouldering there,
My soul shall be with God.

"Oh! prize the love of Christ," she cried,
"Implore the Spirit's power:
These, these alone have satisfied,
Have cheered my dying hour.

"I know that grief your hearts will touch,
While you my loss deplore;

Still, farewell! though I love you much,
I love my Saviour more."

75.

Let the young reflect
on the uncertainty of human life,
and like her

Remember their Creator

In the days of their youth.

76.

Heaven but tries our virtues by affliction,
And oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
Serves but to brighten all our future days.

CALTON HILL CEMETERY.

77.

Each beauty of her mind and face,
Was brightened by some sweet peculiar grace.

78.

A dear loving wife and tender mother, whom God has now taken to himself.

79.

The bright example of a gen'rous mind,
Whose Godlike impulse was to serve mankind.

80.

They died-for Adam sinned,
They live for Jesus died.

81.

If a man die, shall he live again?
The faith that Christ is Lord on high,
A blest assurance gives;

Shall ransomed sinner fear to die,
While his Redeemer lives?

HOLYROOD ABBEY.

82.

Beauty and birth a transient being have,
Virtue alone can triumph o'er the grave.

83.

Ah me! I gravel am and dust,
And to the grave descend I must.
O painted piece of living clay,
Man be not proud of thy short day.
84.

In the grave thus undivided,
As in life they were united.

LEICESTER GENERAL CEMETERY.

85.

Dear is the spot to every Parent's eye,
Where mouldering into dust their children lie;
Thither remembrance sends her frequent moan,
And fond affection marks it with a stone.

86.

One gentle sigh the fetters broke,
We scarce could say she's gone,

Before the ransom'd spirit took

Its mansion near the throne.

87.

Yes, this is death! but like a cherub's sleep,
So beautiful, so placid: who of earth

(And tasting earthly cares) would wish to weep, O'er one that has escaped the woes of mortal birth.

88.

"Death is the crown of life,"

"The grave the subterranean road to bliss."

Ah! why so soon? just as the bloom appears, Strayed the brief flower from this vale of tears; Death viewed the treasure to the desert given, Claim'd the fair flower! and planted it in heaven.

91.

Stop, gentle reader, here a moment stay,
And to departed worth your tribute pay;
Disdain not here to drop a mournful tear,
To the fond memory of a wife most dear;

For here thus early to the grave descends,
The best of mothers, and the best of friends;
Ye who pass by, look humbly on this sod,
And mark these words; "Prepare to meet thy
God."

92.

Safe from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.

93.

A sudden change, he in a moment fell,
No time allowed to bid his friends farewell;
'Tis nothing strange, death's summons comes to all,
Reader, prepare, to-morrow thou may'st fall.

94.

Leaving an example of cheerful piety, and domestic virtue.

95.

The winter of trouble is past,

The storms of affliction are o'er;

His struggle is ended at last,

And sorrow and death are no more.

96.

Eternal GOD, guide thou the mind,
Of those whom I have left behind;
And teach their hearts to know thy word,
To love and fear and serve the Lord.

97.

Mortals be dumb-what creature dares,
Dispute His awful will?

Ask no account of His affairs,

But tremble and be still.

98.

"A mother's grave."