the spirit thou didst give. We thank thee for the memory of his life. No longer can we care for him; but thou wilt care for him better than our love could do. By pastures green and by quiet waters, into new realms of purity and love and truth, into new and higher labors in thy service thou wilt lead him. Cherish and keep him, we pray thee, and through ways unknown to us bring him at last nearer to thy Presence, O God of the Living and the Dead! And when we, too, are called to bid farewell to this world of love and beauty, of joy and sorrow, grant that we may follow after him. Grant that our love may grow stronger in these years of absence. Bring us, if it be thy purpose with us, bring us together again where we may know each other better. May we trust the highest instincts of this human heart, telling us that the love which conquers death is forever immortal. We ask in the memory of Jesus, our Elder Brother. In memory of his tender heart, his courage and purity, we would be lifted up into his peace, and learn with him to pray : Thy will, not ours, O God! Thou didst give, and thou hast taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord! C. J. S. O THOU who art the Beginning and the End of all lives, in whom the living live and the dead sleep, grant that we in the presence of death may feel that our true life is in thee. Thou who hast made us as we are made, to love life, and to grieve and suffer in the presence of death, be near to us when we call upon thy name, feeling in that presence we have no help save in thee alone. is our comfort and consolation in turning our hearts to thee, when they are made heavy by sorrow, that thou It art greater than our hearts and knowest all things. When our grief is too great to be uttered, and our need is more and deeper than we know or can express, thou knowest it altogether. Thy hand, Father Almighty, has fashioned the ties that bind us one to another in love and friendship, and when those ties are broken by death, that which we have to suffer is known to thee alone. We desire to feel, though we cannot know that thy will in trouble and affliction is not to punish us but to bless us; that alike in all we are born to suffer in our affections, and in all the happiness and enjoyment we derive from them, the pity and goodness of the Highest are manifested and expressed. We desire in our darkest hours to trust thee, and against doubts and fears that test us and perplex us, to cling to the belief that all is for the best, not meant to crush us or to extinguish our hopes and desires for those we love and for ourselves, but to work out for them and for us good beyond our belief and hope. When our faith is weak, and heart and flesh faint and fail, good Lord, have mercy upon us; in thy mercy remember us; in thy pity visit us, that in the thought of thy pity we may be saved from despair of ourselves. Thou knowest how hard it is for us to assure ourselves, when those we love better than life are taken from us, that we are not forgotten or disowned by Him that made us, that our loss is not all loss, and our suffering and anguish not all vain and fruitless. Our affections cling to that which is earthly and familiar to us, so that it is hard for us to think and feel that our beloved dead, whose faces we shall no more behold, are still with thee, and that in thy presence and dominion death hath no more dominion over them. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. Even as we are moved by pity for the weak, and downcast, and sorrowful, so our hearts assure us it must be that He who is the highest of all must be the best of all, pitiful and compassionate beyond our belief and hope, to all that lives and breathes. Grant, our Father, that we may in all trouble that is darkest and deepest, find in this revelation of thyself within us, thy consolation ministered to us, and thy light lightening our darkness. Help of all the sorrowful, Comforter of all that mourn, we remember in thy presence those whose share in the sorrow we feel this day is heaviest and sorest. Comfort them by the sympathy of friends, and much more by thy grace. Consecrate this sorrow for all of us who have part in it, and grant that even what is darkest and most mysterious in it, may not be without profit in showing us and opening for us the path of life. We remember in thy presence, now and here, all the children of sorrow, above all those whose sorrow like ours this day, is for the dead, concerning whom their souls refuse to be comforted. In the darkness and mystery in which their lives are shrouded, may light arise for them, and shine upon them from the sympathy of their kind, much more from thee the First and the Last, thou whose tender mercies are over all thy works, who knoweth our frame, who remembereth that we are dust. For as much } (her) مه mel as your Lear has departed this life this ) tabernacle of earth to the care a keeping of morten the commit the soul; ther) you nature, and love all souls in the on and cerlami hope of lasting. fiery chrobs of pain itu vitát chai No cold gradations of decay. "Deach" "broke at once And freed {h} soul the nearest we [his |