well as the palpable course, of his life presented--of his charity, his humility, his abandonment of every selfish feeling, his piety, at once enthusiastic and practical, exhibited in the unobtrusive and heartfelt purity of his own life, and in the tempered fervour and happy fruits of his labours as a Minister of the Gospel."

INSCRIPTION

INSCRIPTION

ON THE

MONUMENT ERECTED IN MEMORY

OF

BISHOP HEBER,

AT MADRAS.

COMPOSED BY THE REV. THOMAS ROBINSON, M. A.

M. S.

VIRI ADMODUM REVERENDI ET IN CHRISTO PATRIS
REGINALDI HEBER S. T. P.

PRIMO COLLEGII ÆNEI NASI IN ACADEMIA OXONIENSI ALUMNI
COLLEGII DEINDE OMNIUM ANIMARUM SOCII

PAROCHIE HODNET IN AGRO SUO NATALI SALOPIENSI

RECTORIS

APUD SOCIETATEM HONORABILEM HOSPITII LINCOLNIENSIS

PRÆDICATORIS

POSTREMO AUTEM EPISCOPI CALCUTTENSIS

QUI IN IPSO ADOLESCENTIE FLORE

INGENII FAMA

HUMANITATIS CULTU

OMNIGENÆQUE DOCTRINE LAUDE

ORNATISSIMUS

EA OMNIA IN COMMUNEM ECCLESIÆ FRUCTUM AFFERENS

SE SUAQUE DEO HUMILLIME CONSECRAVIT

IN SANCTISSIMUM EPISCOPATUS ORDINEM
BONIS OMNIBUS HORTANTIBUS ADSCRIPTUS
ECCLESIÆ APUD INDOS ANGLICANE INFANTIAM
NON PRO VIRIBUS SED ULTRA VIRES

USQUE AD VITÆ JACTURAM

NATUS DIE APRILIS XXI A. D. MDCCLXXXIII

SUBITA MORTE PRÆREPTUS JUXTA URBEM TRICHINOPOLIM MORTALES EXUVIAS DEPOSUIT APRILIS 'DIE III

ANNO SALUTIS MDCCCXXVI ÆTATIS SUÆ XLIII EPISCOPATUS III MADRASENSES

NON SOLUM CHRISTIANI SED ET ETHNICI

PRINCIPES MAGNATES PAUPERES

AD HOC MARMOR EXSTRUENDUM

UNO CONSENSU ADFUERE.

TRIBUTE

TRIBUTE

TO THE

MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER

Ir it be sad, to speak of treasures gone,
Of sainted genius called too soon away,
Of light, from this world taken while it shone,
Yet kindling onward to the perfect day—
How shall our grief, if mournful these things be,
Flow forth, O guide and gifted friend! for thee?

Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard?
And that deep soul of gentleness and power,
Have we not felt its breath in every word,

Wont from thy lip, as Hermon's dew, to shower?
Yes! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts have burned—
Of heaven they were, and thither are return'd.

How shall we mourn thee?—With a lofty trust,
Our life's immortal birthright from above!
With a glad faith, whose eye, to track the just,

Through shades and mysteries lifts a glance of love,

And yet can weep!-for Nature so deplores
The friend that leaves us, though for happier shores.

And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier,
One strain of solemn rapture be allowed!
Thou that, rejoicing on thy mid career,

Not to decay, but unto death hast bow'd!
In those bright regions of the rising sun,

Where Victory ne'er a crown like thine hath won.

Praise, for yet one more name, with power endowed,
To cheer and guide us onward as we press,
Yet one more image on the heart bestowed,

To dwell there-beautiful in holiness!

Thine! Heber thine! whose memory from the dead Shines as the star, which to the Saviour led.

FELICIA HEMANS.

THE END.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY C. ROWORTH, BELL-YARD,

TEMPLE-BAR.