= seen;
Each native talent sanctified by grace,
Was kept, obedient, in its proper place.
Not quick to offer, cautious still to try,
As Gideon did his fleece, both wet and dry.
Like leaven working where no eye could view,
Her spirit wrestled for the heavenly dew;
She dug for water in a weary soil,
Till bubbling life-springs recompensed her toil.
--As gently passed the fleeting breath away,
Retortive memory brought her youthful day,
And one fond look back on the past she flung,
While "Oh, my mother!" trembled on her tongue;
Then the freed spirit passed--and beauteous lay
The rifled casket, lovely in decay!

Widows and orphans ye may mourn indeed!
Who now shall clothe you, who the hungry feed?
Yes! show your garments, tattered ones, and say,
These =SANSOM= gave us in a wintry day.
From the bleak storm she clothed the shivering frame,
When sickness pressed with healing cordials came;
When age went tottering with no hand to save,
She gave the crutch supporting to the grave!
No cold philosophy was her's, to dream
Of Benthem's theory or Malthus's scheme,
As the heart prompted, the concurring hand
Obeyed, instinctively, each kind command.
When streams of suffering ran beside her door,
The bitter waters lost their nauseous power;
The prophet's salt she in the current threw,
And soft and sweet the changing waters grew.
Careful her Master's bounty to bestow,
A faithful stewardship of gifts to show,
That she might hear that language at the close,
"To me ye did it, as ye did to those!"

A pillar of the church, erect and strong,
Swayed by no friendship to the church's wrong;
Unwarped, unmoved, sound to the very core,
And rendered firmer by the weight he bore;
An honest watchman the alarm to sound,
When foes were sowing tares within our ground,--
Or rootless plants luxuriously would shoot
In spreading branches, and produce no fruit,--
Was =EVANS=. Oft the archers' bows were bent,
To turn the veteran from his firm intent;
Their malice moved not, and their threats were vain,
Fixed at his post determined to remain:
And when at last the final goal was won,
Death's message found him with his armour on;
No oilless lamp to trim, no loins to gird,
Ready to enter at the Bridegroom's word,
Where his loved =HANNAH=, earlier c