Patriot is written on the Minds of his Countrymen: It would be remembred with Applaufe, fo long as the Nation fubfifts, without this artificial Expedient to perpetuate it.-And fuch, fuch is the Monument I would wish for myself. Let me leave a Memorial in the Breafts of my FellowCreatures. Let furviving Friends bear Witness, that I have not lived to myself alone, nor been altogether unferviceable in my Generation. O! let an uninterrupted Series of beneficent Offices be the Infcription, and the best Interests of my Acquaintance the Plate, that exhibits it.

LET the Poor, as they pafs by my Grave, point at the little Spot, and thankfully acknowlege," There lies the Man, whofe unwearied "Kindness was the conftant Relief of my various "Diftreffes; who tenderly vifited my languishing Bed, and readily fupplied my indigent CirVOL. I. "cumftances.

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"Lofs of others lefs spoken of was the Death of Sir "Bevil Granvil. He was indeed an excellent Per"fon, whofe Activity, Intereft, and Reputation, were "the Foundation of what had been done in Corn"wall: His Temper and Affections fo public, that

no Accident which happened, could make any Im"preffion upon Him: And his Example kept others "from taking any thing ill, or at least seeming to do "fo. In a Word, a brighter Courage, and a gentler Difpofition, were never married together, to make "the moft chearful and innocent Converfation."

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cumftances. How often were his Counfels a "Guide to my perplexed Thoughts, and a Cor"dial to my dejected Spirit! 'Tis owing to "GOD's Bleffing on his seasonable Charities, and 66 prudent Confolations, that I now live, and live

in Comfort."-Let a Perfon, once ignorant and ungodly, lift up his Eyes to Heaven, and fay within himself, as he walks over my Bones; "Here are the laft Remains of that fincere "Friend, who watched for my Soul. I can ne"ver forget, with what a heedless Gayety I was

pofting 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 arrefted me in the "wild Career. I was unacquainted with the "Gospel of Peace, and unconcerned about its "unfearchable Treafures: But now, enlighten

ed by his inftructive Converfation, I fee the "All-fufficiency of my Saviour; and, animated "by his repeated Exhortations, I count all Things "but Lofs, that I may win CHRIST. Me"thinks, his Difcourfes, feasoned with Religion, "and bleffed by Grace, ftill tingle in my Ears;

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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."

BUT

BUT the only infallible way of immortalizing our Characters; a Way equally open to the meanest, and most exalted Fortune; is, "To make

our Calling and Election fure;" to gain fome fweet Evidence, that our Names are written in Heaven. Then, however they may one Day be forgotten among Men, they will not fail to be had in everlasting Remembrance before the LORD. This is, of all Diftinctions, far the nobleft: This will iffue in never-dying Renown. Ambition, be this thy Object, and every Page of Scripture will fanctify thy Paffion; even Grace itself will fan thy Flame.-Every earthly Memorial will fhortly be obliterated. The Tongue of those, whofe Happiness we have zealously promoted, muft foon be filent in the Coffin. Characters cut with a Pen of Iron, and committed to the folid Rock, will ere-long ceafe to be legible*. But as many as are inrolled" in the "Lamb's Book of Life," He himself declares, fhall never be blotted out from thofe Annals of Eternity +. When a Flight of Years has mouldered the triumphal Column into Duft; when the brazen Statue perifhes under the corroding Hand of Time; thefe Honours ftill continue; ftill are blooming and incorruptible in the World of Glory.

-Data funt ipfis quoque Fata Sepulchris. Juv. + Rev. iii. 5.

Make the extended Skies your Tomb,
Let Stars record your Worth:
Yet know, vain Mortals, all muft die,
As Nature's ficklieft Birth.

Wou'd bounteous Heav'n indulge my Pray'r,

I frame a nobler Choice;
Nor, living, wish the pompous Pile,
Nor, dead, regret the Lofs.

In thy fair Book of Life divine,
My GOD, infcribe my Name:
There let it fill fome humble Place,
Beneath the flaughter'd Lamb.

Thy Saints, while Ages roll away,

In endless Fame survive ;

Their Glories, o'er the Wrongs of Time,
Greatly triumphant, live.

YONDER Entrance leads, I fuppofe, to the

Vault. Let me turn afide, and take one View of the Habitation, and its Tenants.-The fullen Door grates upon its Hinges: Not used to receive many Vifitants, it admits me with Reluctance and Murmurs.-What meaneth this fudden Trepidation, while I defcend the Steps, and am vifiting the pale Nations of the Dead?-Be com

posed,

pofed, my Spirits; there is nothing to fear in these quiet Chambers: "Here, even the Wicked "ceafe from troubling."

GOOD Heavens! what a folemn Scene! How difmal the Gloom! Here is perpetual Dark-` Refs, and Night even at Noon-day.-How doleful the Solitude! Not one Trace of chearful Society; but Sorrow and Terror feem to have made This their united Abode.-Hark! how the hollow Dome refounds at every Tread. The Echoes, that long have flept, are awakened, and whisper along the Walls.

A BEAM, or two, finds its Way through the Grates, and reflects a feeble Glimmer from the Nails of the Coffins. So many of those fad Spectacles, half concealed in Shades, half feen dimly by the baleful Twilight, add a deeper Horror to these gloomy Mansions.-I pore upon the Infcriptions, and am just able to pick out, That These are the Remains of the Rich and Renowned. No vulgar Dead are depofited here. The most Illuftrious, and right Honourable, have claimed this for their laft Retreat. And, indeed, they retain somewhat of a fhadowy Pre-eminence. They lie, ranged in mournful Order, and in a fort of filent Pomp, under the Arches of an ample Sepulchre; while meaner Corpfes, without much Ceremony, go down to the Stones of the

Pit."