ate blessed,
"Thy labour finished, enter into rest!"
"Here," said the patriarch, no more doomed to range,
"Quiet I lie, waiting my final change."
Go when thou wilt, thy faithful life will prove,
A rich example, legacy of love!

Ah, my Arm Chair, supporter of the good,
Beneath how many a worthy hast thou stood!
Bear me awhile, assist me to portray,
Some of the faithful who have passed away.

Here =HARRISON=[1] has spoke of what she saw
In visions deep, when filled with holy awe,
The curtain of the future half withdrew,
While coming objects glided into view;
Or as the past on memory's tablet rose,
Rehearsed her gospel joys, her gospel woes.
Told how King George, as gushed the hidden springs,
Bowed at her message from the King of kings;
Of deep probations for her Lord she past;
Of her fond hope of joining him at last.
Told how her soul, in sympathy, had long
Borne a deep burthen for the negro's wrong,
'Till the church freed her at her Master's will,
In southern states love's purpose to fulfil.
With gospel power for Truth and right she spoke,
'Till slumbering consciences to feeling woke,
Oppressors' hearts with justice learned to beat,
While bondmen's shackles fell beneath their feet.
Her's was a righteous mission; to the door
Of selfish masters she her message bore;
She shot no fiery missiles from afar,
Kindling those feelings that engender war,
But face to face Truth's message would impart,
Whilst love-tipped arrows entered many a heart;
Thus won she freedom for the sore oppressed;
Her work was honoured and her labour blessed.
--Or as the present did her thoughts engage,
Gave to her juniors dear-bought counsel sage.
Bade her loved niece preserve in vessel pure,
Her sacred gift, and make her calling sure;
Bade her true partner as an Aaron be,
Uphold her hands, support her ministry.
Full well dear =LEONARD= thou that charge redeemed;
When through her heart the gospel current streamed,
In secret labour was thy spirit found,
While trembling forth she sent the gospel sound;
A very Quaker,--as she gave the law
Her outward motion spoke her inward awe.

Here =SCATTERGOOD=, when evening came at length,
From the day's toil reposed his weary strength;
From Christian sympathy that solace drew,
Which those can g