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in the loss of his youngest son, who was acci- 

 dentally killed in his presence, about two years 

 ago, by the upsetting of a cart, which crushed 

 him with almost instantaneous death- He told 

 me the particulars of this sore trial with strong 

 emotions, yet with calm submission to the will 

 of God ; and taking me to the grave, in a re- 

 tired part of the woods, he remarked that he 

 often visited it, to solemnize his mind, and 

 meditate upon those important events which 

 are to take place hereafter. In conversing 

 cheerfully with me on those subjects, he added, 

 I am satisfied with the goodness, the promise, 

 and the faithfulness of Jehovah ; and have 

 directed, when I die, that my bones may be 

 laid by the side of those of my son, in the hope 

 of a joyful resurrection ! The life of this aged 

 pilgrim is a living portrait of vital Christianity, 

 and suggested to my mind the lines of the poet 

 that so beautifully describe the inhabitants of 

 some of the hamlets in Scotland. 



" Oh — much I love thy tranquil dales; 



But most on Sabbath eve, when low the sun 



Slants through the upland copse, 'tis my delight, 



Wandering, and stopping oft, to hear the song 



Of kindred praise arise from humble roofs ; 



Or when the simple service ends, to hear 



The lifted latch, and mark the grey-hair'd man, 



