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having officiated at a funeral. His confinement by his 

 last illness was therefore very short, though attended 

 with much suffering. The consolations which he had for 

 so many years administered to others were now his own, 

 and full of faith he calmly breathed his last on the 

 26th of June, 1793*. He was buried on the 1st of 



* The following pleasing lines were written by my late revered 

 friend Miss Letitia Waring, and given to me but a short time before 

 her own death. 



[" The writer has been informed by a descendant of one who was 

 in attendance at the dying bed of Gilbert White that, during the 

 acute suffering of his last illness, which he bore with exemplary 

 patience, he was continually engaged in fervent prayer, or repeating 

 with solemn pathos many passages of Holy Writ, which have been 

 for ages the delight and solace of devout believers, dwelling fre- 

 quently and emphatically on the latter part of the 19th chapter of 

 the Book of Job. 



" The Naturalists last words 



" ' I KNOW THAT MY REDEEMER LIVETH.' 



" God ! I thank Thee that my lot was cast 



Beneath the shadow of that lovely hill, 

 Where, gliding on, life's peaceful stream has passed 

 As through the valley winds the tranquil rill. 



" In these green shades the glad birds warbling round, 



Sun-loving flowers by field or forest mere, 

 The dullest inmate of my garden bound, 



All grateful speak Thy guardian presence here. 



"How quick the charmed glance, that joyed to trace 



Thy wondrous work in insect, bird, or flower ; 

 How slow the heart to seek thy heavenly grace, 

 Thy gift supreme of soul-transforming power. 



" Now the dull ear scarce heeds the voice of song 



And fair creation fades before mine eyes, 



Prophetic lyres their solemn strains prolong, 



And on my soul redemption's glories rise. 



