OR,

Sucidents in the Life of au English Bishop.

BY

CHARLES B. TAYLER, M. A.

AUTHOR OF "LADY MARY;""MARK WILTON;" ETC. ET:

A bishop must be blameless, as the steward of God.

TITUS i. 7

In all things shewing thyself a pattern of good works. In
doctrine shewing uncorruptness, gravity, sound speech, that can-
not be condemned; that he that is of the contrary part may be
ashamed, having no evil thing to say of you.

TITUS ii. 7--8.

THIRD EDITION,

NEW-YORK :

STANFORD AND SWORDS, 137, BROADWA

1851.

ANDOVER TRIOL, SEMONI

FEB 291908

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TO THE MEMORY OF ONE LATELY DEPARTED.

Fever hearts were rent by ruthless death,
If ever tears of desolate grief were shed,

It was by those who watched thy parting breath,
And saw thee dead!

But if assurance of eternal rest

Ere brought to broken hearts its heavenly peace,

Telling the mourners that the soul is blest
By death's release:

Calming the wild distraction of the brain,
The rushing tears, the speechless agony !—
It was the glorious thought, that death was gain,
When thou didst die!

Death had no terrors for thy stedfast soul,—
No sting from cherished and unpardoned sin:
No power of evil there, with dark control,

Ruled all within.

For God had made thine heart His blest abode,
His temple of bright hopes and pure desires;
And kindled on its shrine a flame that glowed
With quenchless fires!

And from thy meek Redeemer's wounded side The fountain sprung that washed thy sins away, That guiltless thou should'st stand, and justified, On the great day!

And thou didst ever take the lowest place,—

The mind that was in Christ shone forth in thee,

That sweet, retiring, and unconscious grace,

Humility.

Yet from that lowly heart, deep-rooted there,
High principles and generous deeds sprung forth:
The plain strong sense of right, the judgment clear,
Of priceless worth.

Thine only standard God's unerring Word;
Divinely taught its vital truths to see;

Thine only pattern that incarnate Lord

Who died for thee!

And thou didst walk in wisdom's pleasant ways, Thy feet with holiest peace divinely shod; Unmoved alike by human blame or praise,—

True to thy God!

Thy smiles, thy gentle smiles, we still recall,-
For thou wert gentle as the gentle dove,-

Shedding their lovely influence on all

Who shared thy love.

We saw them still, when we could only weep,
Spreading a lustre round thy dying bed;

Their lingering sweetness, in that breathless sleep,
Was o'er thee shed.

But thou art gone,-from every care removed,Thy blest exchange, ah! why should we deplore? Or weep, with selfish tears, that one so loved Should weep no more?

For why associate now with grief or woe
Thy saintly brightness, and thy glorious rest:
Linking thy life in heaven, with earth below,
Since thou art blest?

A little while farewell! we soon shall have
Glad meetings—yet a little while delayed.
Farewell! We hang this garland on the grave

Where thou art laid.