WHILE, with regret, we hear, from day to day,
Some much-loved friend by death is snatched away;
May heaven assist us to improve from hence,
These solemn warning-strokes of Providence.

May we be taught how frail our beings are,
And as this life is short for death prepare;
Make not this world the object of our love,
But fix our thoughts alone on things above.

May we from hence this one thing needful learn,
To make our deathless souls our chief concern;
To live as Christians while we here remain,
That death may prove our everlasting gain.

FUNERAL BISCUITS,

MADE BY A. BUTTERWORTH, CONFECTIONER, ARDWICK.