alled away,
Was his forerunner to the realms of day.

So too our =SHEPPARD=,[4] when she heard the cry,
Her wings expanding sought her home on high;
One thought upon a faithful sufferer cast,
Told her own hopes--then to her audit past.

Amid the terrors of that evil hour,
When Infidelity put forth its power,
Though meek of manners and of gentle heart,
=JANE BETTLE= played a Christian soldier's part.
Though courteous, firm,--unwavering, though kind,
Pupil of Christ, he disciplined her mind.
Secluded long from active service here,
Yet bearing burdens in her proper sphere,
In humble waiting she was faithful found,
Until her fetters were in love unbound.
Her youthful =EDWARD=, bud of promise rare,
Was early called to bloom in regions fair;
Another cord, strong though unseen, to move
The heart to seek a resting place above.

=ALLEN=, when all around was clothed in night,
Passed from earth's darkness to eternal light.
Oh, what a blessed change to thee was given,
To sleep in Jesus and to wake in heaven;
Leave thy worn vestments with their earthly stain,
A spotless robe of righteousness to gain!

Ye who my being gave,--ye too have flown,
To join the ransomed round the eternal throne.
--The venerable sire, as death drew near,
Saw the vale awful, but devoid of fear;
He whom he loved was near him in that hour,
Death had no terrors and the grave no power.
Before thee, mother, rose a "brilliant path,"--
For thee thy Saviour had no looks of wrath.
Oh, ye had owned Him long, and at the last
His arm supported as ye Jordan passed!

Thus one by one, in quick succession, go
Those who have laboured in the church below!
We dare not murmur as we kiss the rod,
Thou art our Helper, save thy church, O God!
Thine is the cause, thy frowns we dare not shun,
In earth and heaven alike, thy will be done!

Tell me, my Old Arm Chair, when thou wert young,
Were Quaker parlours with gilt pictures hung?
Did any Quaker to his image fall,
A household idol placed against the wall?
Ah, well might honest =CATHARINE= cry to pride,
"Abomination!" as she turned aside.
--But times are altered; splendid mansions glow,
And gilded mirrors _humble Quakers_ show.
With Turkey carpets are their parlours spread,
While silken curtains hang a