The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-10-29

measure, pressed down, shaken together, and
Let those features which the grave can never
conceal from our grateful recollection witness
to the elevated joys which reward a consecrated
lie.
What peace, what serenity. what quiet happi-
ness fingered upon his face, beguiling even the
momentary expression oil pain into harmony
with the habltual repose OF the soul Question
the buoyaUcy OF satisfied pleasure, as he wit
messed the happiness OF @ group of children in
the enjoyment of n chapel of his providing;
question the tears of gratitude he shed TOR tue
appreciation which the public manifested to-
their enjoyment, the Conservatory Of rare plants
ana exotic flowers In Chestnut street,. question
The undsturbedrepo OF the last hour OF esrth !,
HIS Kindness 70 otherS came back TO his own
heart with Overlooking Blessings. III he was
one OF the best, he was one OF the happiest OF
men. rl i.iill i4N
There was sublimity in the last scene which.
cannot be described. Surrounded With a pro-
fusion of everything which made lite desirable,
he was surIeDdering lite without regret. The
breath OF summer came into his beautiful man
sion, freiebted with the perfume of the rare
flowers his hand had planted, and the songs of
the birds his forest of beauty had invited From
the window he could look over the broad acres
which had been, redeemed from desoation, SO
suggestive of the multitudes who had been
raised from misery by his benefcence.
Bot when these recollectiOns of wellspent
lie were suggested as ground of consolation in
the present trial. mis- face would brighten With
al OF grace God has given me great opportu-
mites for doing good. But the disposition to do
good was something still better. This owe TO
the grace OF Col, in Jesus Christ my Saviour
There was 10 transport ia the last hour. He
had never been subject to the vicissitudes OF
excited feeling. Habitual calmness and repose
Teigned supreme In his spirit throughout his
eventiul life. His last struggle was equally free
from the extremes of pain and of rapture. In
perfect peace. and undlsturbed confidence in
the mercy of God, he fell asleep in Jesus.
Farewell o beautiful lifep
1t was like a clear and bounteous river, which,
encounterng obstacles in its course, finds new
and enlarged channels, and supplies nourish-
ment 10 broad wastes of land, while 1t loses
nothing OF the purity aud the abundance of its
own waters. But, alas it has disappeared out
suddenly sink into the sands of the desert.
desert, irdeed, will this life appear 10 multi
tudes without the bounties of his band and the
priceless sympathy of his loving heart.
Can we suffer so much good to perish out of
this world utterlyG Shall all the virtues of the
CHRISTIAN life form the subject of his epItaph
and the magni6ceDce of his tomb? Shall the
affection which followed him all lis lite strive
IN vain bewlldeTment TO be hrs companion in
deaihY Shall our grateful hearts be his maui
soeums?
Oh, not in dead hearts must such name be
cherlshedl Let life. and courage, and hope,
al faith be the offerings we bring to his
memory.
Let us turn from the oppressive oontempla-
was dead and is alive, and behold He liveth for
eVermore, that fIom the fountain of HIS ever
lasting grace we may receive those virtues
which we have now admitted. and enter into that
inl eIitance which made the day OF our mourn.
ing the day OF his glory and triumph