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 dejected ſpirit! It is owing to God's bleſſing on his ſeaſonable charities, and prudent conſolations, that I now live, and live in comfort."—Let a perſon, once ignorant and ungodly, lift up his eyes to heaven, and ſay within himſelf, as he walks over my bones, "Here are the laſt remains of that ſincere friend, who watched for my ſoul. I can never forget with what heedleſs gaiety I was poſting on in the paths of perdition; and I tremble to think, into what irretrievable ruin I might quickly have been plunged, had not his faithful admonitions met me in the wild career. I was unacquainted with the goſpel of peace, and had no concern for its unſearchable treaſures: but now, enlightened by his inſtructive converſation, I ſee the all-ſufſiciency of my Saviour; and, animated by his repeated exhortations, I count all things but loſs that I may win. Methinks, his diſcourſes, ſeaſoned with religion, and bleſſed by grace, ſtill tingle in my ears: are ſtill warm on my heart; and, I truſt, will be more and more operative, till we meet each other in the houſe not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."

Yonder entrance leads, I ſuppoſe, to the vault. Let me turn aſide and take one view of the habitation, and its tenants.——What a ſolemn ſcene! how diſmal the gloom! Here