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•Sweet the hour of tribulation, When the heart can freely sigh ;
And the tear of resignation Twinkles in the mournful eye.
Have you felt a spouse expiring In your arms before your view?
Watch'd the lovely soul retiring From her eyes that broke on you?
Did not grief then grow romantic, Raving on remember'd blis: ?
Did you not with ferveur frantic, Kiss the lips that felt no kiss?
Yes! but when you had resign'd her, Life and you were reconcil'd;
ANNA left---she left behind her One, one dear, one only child.
But before the green moss peeping His poor mother's
grave array'd, In that grave the infant sleeping, On the mother's lap was laid.
Horror then your heart congealing, Chill'd you with intense despair ;
Can you call to mind the feeling : No! there was no feeling there!
From that gloomy trance of sorrow, When you woke to pangs unknown,
How unwelcome was the morrow, For it rose on YOU ALONE.
Sunk in self consumidg anguish, Can the poor heart always ache?
No, the tortur'd nerve will languish, Or the strings of life must break.
O'er the yielding brow of sadness
One soft pang of tender gladness
While the wounds of wou are healing,
Tis a solemn feast of feeling,
Pensive memory then retraces
Lives in foriner times and places,
Dreams of love your grief beguiling
And receiv'd your infant smiling
Trembling pale and agonizing,
Bright ihr morning star arising
Thither all your wishes bending
Thither all your hopes ascending,
Thus afflicted, bruised, broken,
You have felt “ THE JOY OP GRIET." Whether it may please God, that you and your beloved partner shall be exercised, with the cares and sorrows of bringing up a family, still remains to be proved. Should you be denied the pleasures of an offspring, you will at least have this consolation, that you will escape many of the most poignant of sorrows human nature is called to endure. However, this may be, it becoines you to be resigned to the will of God. What he appoints for us is best. Reconciliation to his will, and acquiescence in whatever he pleases to send us, produce the highest felicity that we can possibly enjoy in this world.
That you and your beloved may completely realize such an inestimable blessing, is the best wish of,
Your sincere and affectionate friend.
December 21, 1812. MY DEAR SIR,
I have now arrived at that part of the subject, which will speedily bring my remarks to a conclusion. Our sorrows here must ere long have an end. But it delights my mind, it tills me with inexpressible pleasure, to think that the season is fast approaching, when all our sorrows will be turned into joy.
Sorrows are the medicine of the mind. -They make us acquainted with ourselves.- They show us what spirit we are of.-They wean us from the world. They lead us to the throne of grace.They teach us to pray ---They bring us to a more intimate acquaintance with bim who has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.---They increase our faith :... enliven and encourage our hope: ---and most effectually draw our hearts from earth to heaven.
The most sorrowful circumstances, and the most distressing seasons we pass through, are frequently our greatest blessings.---They work for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.--They are the seed time of the soul :--the harvest is in heaven.--- We sow in tears ;---but we shall reap in joy.
I have had my hour, and I am thankful. I have known and enjoyed in a considerable degree, the pleasures of the marriage state; I have also known something of its sorrows : but I can truly say, that I remember them without regret ;--or rather, with adoring gratitude, under
a deep sense of my obligations to God, who has led me, and who has supplied me, all iny life long unto this day. I have found it good to be afflicted ; and I am thankful for it. My cup has been mixed by a kind, gracious, fatherly hand. ! He hath done all things well.'
In reflecting on the number of persons I have seen enter into the marriage state, who have been separated by death ; and in very many instances where both pare ties are removed into the eternal world, thought grows more intense. It is impossible not to look homeward.
Do I believe? I shall see the glory of God. Jesus has said: "Ye believe in God, believe also in me. In
father's house are many mansions ; if it were not 80, I would have told you. go'to prepare a place for you. And if I go, and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you to myself; that where I am there ye may be also.' If Į I believe this, I must be happy:
• I shall behold his face,
For evermore,' Oh what delightful employment for faith! Faith overlooks the things that