Recall his energy, his calmness, his constant devotion to the interests of his country.

Look, above all, at his patience, his humility, as the great scenes of life were receding from his view, and futurity was opening before him.

Hear of the childlike submission with which he bowed to the Will that ordained for him a death-bed, protracted and painful.

"Lead me," he said to a friend, "where I want to go, to the feet of Jesus." Listen to the simplicity with which he commended his body to his friends, and his spirit, through faith in Jesus Christ, to his God.

Regard him in all his varied relations of Christian, patriot, statesman, husband, father, _master_, and friend, and answer if the sigh that is now rending the heart of his country is not well merited.
Yes! reader, thoughts of death are useful to us all, whether it be by the grave of the poor and humble, or when listening to the tolling of the bell which announces to all that one who was mighty in the land has been summoned to the judgment seat of God..