CHAPTER IX 



(glimpses of \\t pbkt fife, 

 jp D Close of t|e IJlortol ^iigrimag/. 



" When by a good man's grave I muse alone, 

 Methinks an angel sits upon the stone : 

 Like those of old, on that thrice-hallowed night, 

 Who sate and watch' d in raiment heavenly brig*it ; 

 And, with a voice inspiring joy, not fear, 

 Says, pointing upward, ' Know he is not here ! ' " 



Rogsrs. 



" It is a favourite speculation of mine, that if spared to sixty, we tb^n 

 Miter on the seventh decade of human life; and that this, if possible, 

 ihould by turned into the Sabbath of our earthly pilgrimage, and spent 

 habl'atic.dly, as if on the shoie of an eternal world, or in the outer 

 coiuts, ;is it v ere, of the tenple that is above, the tabernacle iu 

 heaven." — Cha.jiers. 



