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the dark river ; and they have reached to the heights of bliss and purity, of which we can know but little here b."

And we may say of them in the words of the Christian Poet himself:

“Far better they should sleep awhile

Within the Church's shade,
Nor wake, until new heaven, new earth,
Meet for their new immortal birth

For their abiding-place be made,
Than wander back to life, and lean
On our frail love once more.”

(Hymn for Burial of the Dead.)

Again, how beautifully appropriate with regard to Mr. and Mrs. KEBLE are the words :

“O soothe us, haunt us, night and day,
Ye gentle Spirits far away,
With whom we shar'd the



Then parted; ye to Christ's embrace,
We to the lonesome world again,
Yet mindsul of th' unearthly strain
Practis'd with you at Eden's door,
To be sung on, where Angels soar,
With blended voices evermore.”

(Hymn for Visitation and Communion of the Sick.)

b “The Graver Thoughts of a Country Parson,” p. 143.

“Then on th' incarnate Saviour's breast,
The fount of sweetness, they shall rest,
Their spirits every hour imbu'd
More deeply with His precious blood.
But peace—still voice and closèd eye
Suit best with hearts beyond the sky,

Hearts training in their low abode,
Daily to lose themselves in hope to find their God.”

(Hymn for Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.)

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A beautiful and stately College will, we trust, ere long be raised at Oxford as a memorial to the loved name of KEBLE, and as a slight token of the gratitude of thousands of people to whom “The Christian Year” has been a source of comfort, delight, and spiritual benefit. At Hursley this holy man has built his own memorial, in the model church, and in the hearts of those to whom he ministered. Yea, his memorial (“ monumentum ære perennius”) is throughout the world : and he in heaven will reap eternally the fruit of all his labours. “Our duty henceforth must be to remember his bright example, and give thanks for him among the mention of all who are departed this life in God's faith and fear. Let us imitate, as far as we can, the virtue which we praise ©."

“ Thus learn us, Lord, to count our days,

purpose strong,
A wise heart offer to Thy praise :
Return, O Lord-how long ?”

(Psalm 9o.)

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“The Power of Holy Minstrelsy,” a sermon by Archdeacon Churton, p. 16. Parker, 1866.

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“Thou art gone to thy grave : but we will not deplore thee ;
Whose God was thy ransom, thy Guardian and Guide!
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;
And death has no sting for the Saviour has died”

(Bishop Heber, from the Book of Praise.") IMMEDIATELY after the funeral service was finished at the grave

of the great Christian Poet, all who were present eagerly desired

to have a last look at the coffin of him who was so deeply loved by every one that knew him. The pall-bearers and the other mourners who were close to the grave leaned forward first and looked in with a sorrowful gaze; but these soon retreated, leaving the assembled crowd to follow slowly, orderly, and reverently in their train, to stand over the open grave, and utter a silent prayer that they might again meet in joy the departed loved one, whose coffin of polished oak they could see below them, adorned with a simple cross of brass, at the foot of which was the following inscription :




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