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deeply under the heavy hand of God. My soul ever inclined to start aside, like a broken bow,' was then led to him with the simplicity, and trusting confidence, of a weaned child; and the nearness of access to him, which he then vouchsafed me, was an ample remuneration for all the anguish he had called me to endure.'

At length the season arrived, when this aged pilgrim was to exchange earthly, for heavenly, intercourse. The day preceding that night, which was ever afterwards remembered in the glen with such deep and mingled emotions, he had manifested rather more uneasiness than usual. But, while his outward tabernacle was returning to its native dust, its immortal resident seemed, as it were, looking out for the everlasting hills, as if conscious she was nearing the eternal shore. He had retired to rest rather earlier than customary, requesting that he might be allowed to remain alone, until he summoned them, as he was wont, to their nightly worship in his chamber. They had already waited for a considerable time in anxious

expectation, when, feeling alarmed at the unusual delay, Mr. da Blesne went to his room, and found him lying upon the floor. He had been praying, it appeared, and, having fallen from some sudden seizure, was unable to call for assistance. The hand of death was evidently upon him; but his aspect, you would have thought, exhibited already the possession of an inheritance incorruptible, beyond. They laid him on the bed, and, administering some powerful restorative, he revived a little; but they saw, with silent, though mingled sensations of regret, that they would soon be finally deprived of his example, and counsel.

From the first moment of his arrival within their walls, Emily, from the natural tenderness of her disposition, 'had been unremitting in her attentions to the venerable stranger, and, particularly attracting his observation, had more than once received from him a grateful acknowledgment of her assiduous, though unassuming, kindness. Desirous of testifying his regard, he now called her to him as he lay breathing with

difficulty on the bed; and, putting into her

hand a small parcel, said:

"Let its pre

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cepts dwell in thee richly. goest, they shall lead thee; sleepest, they shall keep thee; and when thou awakest, they shall talk with thee.' Often have they refreshed me, as I journeyed onward with a weary step: and may you also, my child, be invigorated by their waters, to pursue, with renewed alacrity and diligence, your heavenward way.' He would have continued; but his lips, now wet with the cold perspirations of death, quivered, unable to articulate; and he swooned away in the arms of du Blesne.

As he recovered a little from time to time, they heard him ejaculate at intervals, though he could never speak very audibly afterwards: 'Lord, remember me !'- My flesh and my heart are failing; but thou-my portion for ever! Washed in the blood of the Lamb, I shall stand without spot before thee!'"Yea; I will fear no evil, for thou art with me thy rod and thy staff comfort me!' 'Redeemed by thee-what do I not owe

thee, thou Saviour of sinners?'-'In thy presence is fulness of joy!" And, just before he bade adieu to a world, where he seemed to have drunk deep of the bitter portion of his Master's cup-' Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in !' peace after which, his features settled into a placid smile, and his spirit returned to Him who gave it.'-Thus, like a bark, unhelmed, and long tossed on the threatening billows, and oftentimes ready to founder amidst their violence, yet still conducted in safety by a mighty, though unseen, hand, and finally reaching the desired haven,' where it is sheltered from every wind and wave, was this tempest-beaten pilgrim brought, unharmed, to his repose!

So deep was the impression, which this. solemn scene had left on the minds of all who witnessed it, that they remained kneeling beside the bed, on which the pale corpse of their now-sainted visitor was stretched, until the rising sun, breaking into the room, and tinging that blanched cheek which was never again to be moistened with a tear, re

minded them that it was the chamber of death.' A few decent preparations, such as the season admitted of, and their unostentatious affection prompted, were made for the interment; and, on a little eminence picturesquely situated in the middle of the glen, they committed the body with sorrow -but not with a sorrow that would not be comforted'-to the ground.

Here, they planted a few willows, interspersed with yew and cypress, to weep over

his

grave, and protect it from thoughtless, or unhallowed, intrusion; and called it, "La Roche's Rest." These trees, now beginning to decay, still mark the sweetly-solitary spot; and the pious peasant, as he conducts the wanderer of the Alps, forgets not to relate the instructive and affecting storyand to point to where the good man sleeps.'