Et hic quoque in sancti ministerii spem eductus
Non fallacem :

Et hunc utraque novit Anglia
Doctum et docentem.

Corpore fuit procero, formâ placidè verendâ ;
At supra corpus et formam sublimè eminuerunt
Indoles, ingenium, atque eruditio :

Supra hæc pietas, et (si fas dicere)
Supra pietatem modestia,
Cæteras enim dotes obumbravit.
Quoties in rebus divinis peragendis
Divinitas afflatæ mentis specimina
Præstantiora edidit,

Toties hominem sedulus occuluit
Ut solus conspiceretur Deus:
Voluit totus latere, nec potuit;
Heu quantum tamen sui nos latet!

Et majorem laudis partem sepulchrale marmor
Invito obruit silentio.

Gratiam Jesu Christi salutiferam

Quam abundè hausit ipse, aliis propinavit,
Puram ab humanâ fæce.
Veritatis evangelicæ decus ingens,
Et ingens propugnaculum.
Concionatur gravis aspectu, gestu, voce;
Cui nec aderat pompa oratoria,
Nec deerat;

Flosculos rhetorices supervacaneos fecit
Rerum dicendarum majestas, et Deus præsens.
Hinc arma militiæ suæ non infelicia,
Hinc toties fugatus Satanas,

Et hinc victoriæ

Ab inferorum portis torties reportatæ Solers ille ferreis impiorum animis infigere

Altum et salutare vulnus:

Vulneratas idem tractare leniter solers,
Et medelam adhibere magis salutarem.
Ex defæcato cordis fonte

Divinis eloquiis affatim scatebant labia,
Etiam in familiari contubernio:
Spirabat ipse undique cœlestes suavitates,
Quasi oleo lætitiæ semper recèns delibutus,
Et semper supra socios;
Gratumque dilectissimi sui Jesu odorem
Quaquaversus et latè diffudit.
Dolores tolerans supra fidem,
Ærumnæque heu quam assiduæ !
Invicto animo, victrice patientiâ
Varias curarum moles pertulit
Et in stadio et in metâ vitæ :
Quam ubi propinquam vidit,
Plerophoriâ fidei quasi corru alato vectus
Properè et exultìm attigit.

Natus est in agro Lancastriensi 20° Martiis, 1630.
Inter Nov-Anglos theologiæ tyrocinia fecit.
Pastorali munere diu Dublinii in Hibernia functus,
Tandem (ut semper) providentiam secutus ducem,
Cœtui fidelium apud Londinenses præpositus est,
Quos doctrinâ precibus, et vitâ beavit:

Ah brevi!

Corpore solutus 26° Julii, 1697. Ætat. 67.
Ecclesiis mœrorem, theologis exemplar reliquit.
Probis piisque omnibus

Infandum sui desiderium:

Dum pulvis Christo charus hic dulcè dormit
Expectans stellam matutinam.

ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF

MRS. MARY PEACOCK.

AN ELEGIAC SONG.

SENT IN A LETTER OF CONDOLANCE TO MR. N. P MERCHANT, AT AMSTERDAM.

HARK! she bids all her friends adieu !
Some angel calls her to the spheres ;
Our eyes the radiant saint pursue
Through liquid telescopes of tears.

Farewell, bright soul! a short farewell,
Till we shall meet again above,

In the sweet groves where pleasures dwell,
And trees of life bear fruits of love:

There glory sits on every face,

There friendship smiles in every eye, There shall our tongues relate the grace That led us homeward to the sky.

O'er all the names of Christ our King
Shall our harmonious voices rove,
Our harps shall sound from every string
The wonders of his bleeding love.

Come, Sovereign Lord! dear Saviour, come!
Remove these separating days,

Send thy bright wheels to fetch us home;
That golden hour, how long it stays!

How long must we lie lingering here,
While saints around us take their flight?
Smiling, they quit this dusky sphere,

And mount the hills of heavenly light.

Sweet soul, we leave thee to thy rest,
Enjoy thy Jesus and thy God,
Till we, from bands of clay releas'd,
Spring out, and climb the shining road.

While the dear dust she leaves behind
Sleeps in thy bosom, sacred tomb!
Soft be her bed, her slumbers kind,
And all her dreams-of joy to come.

TO THE

REV. MR. JOHN SHOWER,'

ON THE DEATH OF HIS DAUGHTER, MRS. ANNE

Reverend and dear Sir,

WARNER.

Dec. 22, 1707.

How great soever was my sense of your loss, yet I did not think myself fit to offer any lines of comfort; your own meditations can furnish you with many a delightful truth in the midst of so heavy a sorrow; for the covenant of grace has brightness enough in it to gild the most gloomy providence ; and to that sweet covenant your soul is no stranger. My own thoughts were much impressed with the tidings of your daughter's death; and though I made many a reflection on the vanity of mankind in its

best estate, yet I must acknowledge that my temper leads me most to the pleasant scenes of Heaven, and that future world of blessedness. When I recollect the memory of my friends that are dead, I frequently rove in the world of spirits, and search them out there: thus I endeavoured to trace Mrs. Warner; and these thoughts crowding fast upon me, I set them down for my own entertainment. The verse breaks off abruptly, because I had no design to write a finished elegy; and besides, when I was fallen upon the dark side of death, I had no mind to tarry there. If the lines I have written be so happy as to entertain you a little, and divert your grief; the time spent in composing them shall not be reckoned among my lost hours, and the review will be more pleasing to,

SIR,

Your affectionate humble servant,

I W.

AN ELEGIAC THOUGHT

ON MRS. ANN WARNER,

Who died of the small-pox, Dec. 18, 1707, at one o'clock in the morning, a few days after the birth and death of her first child.

AWAKE, my Muse, range the wide world of souls, And seek Vernera fled; with upward aim

Direct thy wing; for she was borne from Heaven, Fulfill'd her visit, and return'd on high.

The midnight watch of angels that patrole The British sky, have notic'd her ascent