All was devout, simple, animating.

We committed our dear sister's body to the earth, in full hope of a joyful resurrection from the dead.
Thus was the veil of separation drawn for a season.

She is departed, and no more seen.

But she will be seen on the right hand of her Redeemer at the last day, and will again appear to his glory, a miracle of grace and monument of mercy.
My reader, rich or poor, shall you and I appear there likewise?
Are we "clothed with humility," and arrayed in the wedding garment of a redeemer's righteousness?
Are we turned from idols to serve the living God?
Are we sensible of our own emptiness, and therefore flying to a Saviour's fulness to obtain grace and strength?
Do we indeed live in Christ, and on him, and by him, and with him?
Is he our all in all?
Are we "lost, and found ?" "dead, and alive again ?" My _poor_ reader, the Dairyman's daughter was a _poor_ girl, and the child of a _poor_ man.

Herein thou resemblest her: but dost thou resemble _her_ as she resembled Christ?
Art thou made rich by faith?
Hast thou a crown laid up for thee?
Is thine heart set upon heavenly riches?
If not, read this story once more, and then pray earnestly for like precious faith.
But if, through grace, thou dost love and serve the Redeemer that saved the Dairyman's daughter, grace, peace, and mercy be with thee! The lines are fallen unto thee in pleasant places: thou hast a goodly heritage.
Press forward in duty, and wait upon the Lord, possessing thy soul in holy patience.