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of the scythe. Death cornes at last, and he must be 
laid low : his mortal part must be returned to tbe 
earth whence it came, and, more degraded even 
tban the flower of the field, become food for worms. 
He must say “to corruption, thou art my father; 
and to the worm, thou art my mother and my 
sister.” 
But here ends the resemblance ; and, after tracing 
the sad lesson of man’s perishable nature, shall we 
not glory in the point of différence. Grass dies, 
and, once dead, is gone for ever. Man dies, but he 
shall live again. He is possessed of an immortal soûl; 
and that soûl, if in the days of her earthly sojourning, 
she has been made a partaker of Christ’s salvation, 
has an inheritance prepared for her — “ an inheritance 
incorruptible, undefiled, that fadeth not away ! ” 
