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Back to green pastures he the wanderers led,
ON MRS. GROVE.
GRIEF, love, and gratitude, devote this stone
To her, whose virtues blest a husband's life, When late in duty's sphere she mildly shone,
As friend, as sister, daughter, mother, wife. In the bright morn of beauty, joy, and wealth,
Insidious Palsy near the victim drew, Dashed from her youthful hands the cup of health,
And round her limbs his numbing fetters threw, Year after
her Christian firmness strove. To check the rising sigh, the tear repress, Still, with soft smiles, the fears of anxious love,
And Heaven's correcting hand in silence bless. Thus tried her faith, and thus prepared her heart,
At length the awful call the ALMIGHTY gave. She heard, resigned to linger or depart,
Bowed her meek head, and sunk into the grave.
ON MISS LEIGH,
Life's business ended, and each task complete,
chill and heave no murm'ring sigh.
reaps a sullen harvest, moist with tears. See, from two gentle sisters' fond embrace, With ruthless grasp, he drags a sister grace ; Wrests from a tender father's clinging arms The blooming daughter's desolated charms; Whilst the pale mother, with attention' wild, Bends in mute anguish o'er her dying child; That duteous child, whom kind parental love Saw ev'ry hour in ev'ry worth improve; Saw with success each welcome precept crowned, Those best of precepts in example found; Saw on her face, her lovelier mind pourtrayed, And Beauty claim the conquests Virtue made. Such the fair form, that many a weeping friend So late beheld to Death's cold vale descend;
And such the promise ripening talents gave,
ON MRS. TATTON.-Mason.
Ip e'er on earth true happiness were found,
'Twas thine, blest shade, that happiness to prove. A father's fondest wish thy duty crowned,
Thy softer virtues fixed a husband's love.
Ah! when he led thee to the nuptial fane,
How smiled the morning with auspicious rays ! How triumphed youth and beauty in thy train, And flattering health that promised length of
days! Heav'n joined your hearts: three pledges of your joy
Weregiven, in thrice the years' revolving round. Here, reader, pause ; and own, with pitying eye,
That “ not on earth true happiness is found !”
ON C. DICEY, Esq.-Mrs. H. More.
O Thou, or friend or stranger, who shalt tread
pause! reflect, repent, resolve, amend ! Life has no length, eternity no end !
ON MISS DRUMMOND.-Mason.
HERE sleeps what once was beauty, once was
grace ; Grace, that with tenderness and sense combined To form that harmony of soul and face,
Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind.
Such was the maid, that in the mom of youth,
In virgin innocence, in nature's pride,
Sunk in her father's fond embrace, and died.
He weeps : oh! venerate the holy tear;
Faith lends her aid to ease affliction's load; The parent mourns his child upon her bier,
The Christian yields an angel to his God.
ON MISS HILL BOOTHBY,
Could beauty, learning, talents, virtue, save