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walls of this church, to pass its antique screen 

 into the chancel, and to approach its altar, the place 

 of interment of so great and good a man, without 

 a feeling of veneration and awe; or to contemplate 

 his tomb without mixed feelings of admiration and 

 regret; admiration of his virtues, his wisdom, 

 his learning, regret for so untimely and irrepara- 

 ble a loss : and it is as impossible to retire from 

 it, and passing down the aisle to rest the eye on 

 that pulpit, where the accents of wisdom and of 

 truth flowed from a tongue so eloquent and pious, 

 without feeling the heart touched, exalted, and re- 

 fined, expanding with the delightful anticipations 

 of that future period, when the virtuous and the 

 good shall meet to part no more. Cold must be that 

 heart, which does not kindle at the thought, and 

 dumb that tongue which exclaiiv: not in the lan- 

 guage of inspiration, O death ! where is thy sting? 

 O grave ! where is thy victory ? Behold here the 

 Christian's triumph, the Christian's hope, the 

 Christian's Death J Behold believe and live. 



" With awe, around these silent walks I tread ; 

 " These are the lasting mansions of the dead : 

 " The Dead !---inethinks a thousand tongues reply 



his pious mother, his affectionate wife Alice, and his son 

 Thomas, a promising youfh, who was cut off at the early 

 age of 18. Lovely in their lives, and undivided in their 

 deaths : requiescant in pace ! A beautiful Latin in- 

 scription of his own composition, is placed over the grave 

 of his mother, who died in 1670, aged 52 ; and to the 

 honour of his wife Alice, who died in 1720, aged 67 : it 

 is recorded (hat " she made serving God, and doing 

 good, the pleasure and business of her lifc." 



