"Eye hath not seen nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived the things which God hath prepared for them that love him."

"And I heard a great voice out of Heaven saying, behold the tabernacle of God is with man; and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them and be their God."

"I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me, Write, from henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, even so saith the spirit; for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them."

HYMNS.

Rest for the toiling hand,
Rest for the anxious brow,
Rest for the weary, way-sore feet,
Rest from all labor now.

It is not death to bear

The stroke that sets us free

From earthly chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.

It is not death to fling

Aside this mortal dust,

And rise on strong, exulting wing
To live among the just.

We will not weep, for God is standing by us,
And tears will blind us to the blessed sight;
We will not doubt; if darkness still doth try us,
Our souls have promise of serenest light.

We will not faint; if heavy burdens bind us
They press no harder than our souls can bear:

The thorniest way is lying still behind us ;
We shall be braver for the past despair.

Oh, not in doubt shall be our journey's ending,
Sin, with its fears, shall leave us at the last;
All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending,.
Life shall be with us when the Death is past.

Help us, O Father, when the world is pressing
On our frail hearts that faint without their friend!
Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing
Strengthen our weakness till the joyful end.

ADDRESS.

Here we have met to perform this last sad act of love; here in the fragrant breath of spring, amid freshening green, the opening of flowers, and the song of birds, on this pleasant slope opening to the sun, in this sacred earth in which his fathers sleep; from this outlook so full of that beauty of scene, upon which his eyes so many times lingered, and where they dwelt with such fondness and delight, here we have come with tearful hearts and loving hands to commit the dear form of our relative and friend to its final rest.

After a full life, long, and yet so short, filled with activity in the noblest of pursuits, the educating and uplifting of mankind, world-wide reaching in its influence, crowned with success and honor, he has come to lie down in his final sleep upon this spot of earth, where his eyes first opened upon the strangeness of the world, and where again he was born into lofty aspirations and ambitions.

Rest and sleep, sleep and rest; these are the touch

ing symbols; these, the sweetest of words known to toiling and suffering humankind, are what we use to describe this last stage in our mortal journey, - this which is not death, but transition.

If a man die shall he live again? "Christ the divine has arisen."

Revelation answers,

Eighteen Christian

centuries have answered, and the great and good of all ages have answered. The human heart and human reason answer. Science answers that no particle of the universe can be destroyed. Can, then, the spirit which makes the human soul?

How great, then, is life! change, transition, death, but through all, and in all, an ever-continuing life. In our memory and affections how strong and real is the life of our friend to-day! How vivid he is in influence and power, in that wide world wherein he moved and wrought. Can the influence of his good words and works ever have an end? Not until you shall turn back time, and blot out the span of his mortal existence.

And I see him now, as I saw him so lately, in yonder cemetery, planning and working to beautify and protect it; as I saw him here, at his house, filled with a certain homeish gladness to be among these scenes, with old neighbors and townsmen, - simple, honest, working people that he loved. I see him with his noble, illumined face, his frank and winning manner, his hearty clasp of the hand, his serious words lighted up with flashes of pleasantry, the warm welcome of his whole soul! I see in all his generous and sympathetic spirit, thoughtful of all but himself, constantly planning some individual or

public benefit, like the free public library which he established here in his native town. And in these last years I have seen him clothed in that gentle mist of divine patience, visible, through his natural buoyancy of spirits, only to loving eyes, with which he met his increasing loss of sight.

So will that life he lived always exist in one form or another upon the earth. Thus living here, how much more shall there always be life for him in some happy sphere above and beyond. It is these great and good souls that quiet our doubting minds, that prove to us this truth of immortal life. To be forever with him we need only to be like him. Always, now and forever, we are with, one with, in heart, mind, and soul, those whom we are alike; no height, nor depth, nor distance, nor time, can ever separate such as these.

Now, as companions and travelers, we part for a little with our friend, who has finished one stage of the journey and taken on another. Sweet, generous, gentle spirit, hail, but not farewell! rather let us whisper our loving "good-night" till we all meet at the dawn of the great morning.

I wage not any feud with Death,

For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him can fright my faith.

Eternal process moving on,

From state to state the spirit walks;
And these are but the shatter'd stalks,
Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.

EULOGISTIC LETTERS.