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are seen and are temporal, but pries most inquisitively into the things that are not seen, and are eternal. While the outward man is decaying, she gazes at the throne ; John saw in Heaven the throne which was surrounded by ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands.---And although there is a long; dark, deep valley to pass through, before we can get possession of the prize, Faith sees 6 in the midst of the throne a lamb, as it had been slain. There she fixes her attention: and then she sweetly sings :
"Of all the dear objects belov'd,
Then how shall the saints all unite,
The Lamb in the midst of the Throne.' In writiny further on the sorrows of separation, I must observe, that when persons marry, they know that death will certainly dissolve the union. They are also well aware, that it is quite uncertain, which of them must close the other's eyes. The time and manner of our death are uncertain.---And in this, the goodness of God towards us most conspicuously appears. We have examples all around us, which continually warn us to be ready :---and remind us, that at an hour when we think not, we may be called hence. We know that we must go the way of all flesh.---- It is appointed unto all men once to die.” ,
Abraham buried Sarah ; and Jacob bu. ried Rachel, and Leah.---And no man knows when he takes a wife, but what he may have to lament her loss. Thus one who lived in our own time, bas related his sorrows on this subject, in a Poem, entitled Distress.'
« Once sacred friendship, kindled into love,
Now to yon yew I turn my weary feet, Where silence, night, and contemplation mect " With these companions suited to my taste, The grave I visit where her ashes rest, Rest in firm hope to rise to life divine, When earth and seas shall all their dead resigns There I repose, and in calm sadness there Pour on her dust a tributary tear : Nor shall my soul while there for her I weep, Forget the children fall’n in death asleep; Tho' first my tears a mother's grave bedew, Yet I retain some tender drops for you. These branches blasted by the tainted breath, . Of languid sickness, and relentless death, How droop'd my heart! my fainting spirit said, • Youths spring like how'rs, and soon like flow'rs
they fade ;
When at your graves I shed the friendly tear, -
Thus, my dear Sir, the sorrows I have named are made the instruments of drawing the heart from the world, and all terrestrial things, and of alluring the mind upwards, to contemplate invisible
realities, and to look forward, in expectation of a happy meeting again in Heaven:
The gay and giddy crowds of mortals, whose thoughts are all occupied with the business, and the pleasures of the world, have no conception of the feelings of the man, whose heart has been mellowed by affiction. He deems those pleasures which delight the mass of mankind, as trilling and nonsensical, in comparison of what his enjoyments are, in the anticipated *pleasures of faith and hope.
The men of the world wonder perhaps at his stupidity: or pity him for his de. jection. But he can truly say: I have renounced the little things that delight your minds :---far nobler pleasures attract my attention ; my treasure, my hopes, and my heart, are all in heaven, whither I myself am going.' :: I see a hand you cannot see,
That beckons me away :
That says. I must not stay. . .! ! The purpose for which life was given me, is now accomplished; and now, I
am looking forward to that happy world, : where angels and holy spirits dwell: and
am waiting all the days of my appointed time, till my change come.
• Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave-oh! leave, the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
Like angel-visits, few and far between? · Her musing mood shall every pang appease, And charm--when pleasures loose the power to please!
Yes, let each rapture dear to Nature, flee; Close on the light of Fortune's stormy sea... · Mirth, music, friendship, love's propitious smile,.. • Chase every care, and charm a little while,
Ecstatic thrubs the fluttering heart employ,
The heart that vibrates to a feeling tone!
You know, my dear Sir, that whether we are married or single, sickness and death cannot possibly be avoided. And nothing but 'a sure and certain hope, of happiness in a better state, can thoroughly reconcile us to give up every connexion