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There you and I took leave of her, in November last-but, alas! her place knoweth her no more. look out at the window, at the grand range of snowcapt mountains, which are now beautiful in the extreme. I had no conception of the winter beauties of these hills;-Lonsdale Piles, Rydal Head, Hill Bell, Helvellyn, &c. all finely illuminated with snowsunshine, in diversified shades. And then I think of my dear mother, and how she enjoyed their characteristic grandeur.

Letters pour in daily from all parts of England, condoling with us in our great loss. My mother was loved and honoured most extensively. Dear woman! for forty-seven years I have proved thy affection, and can trace, from earliest infancy, the tokens of thy worth. May I follow thee in humility, faith and love; and cherish thy memory with gratitude and honour!'

The following lines were inscribed on the tombstone of the late Mrs. Richmond, which was erected by her three afflicted children to her memory, under a sycamore-tree, on the west side of Lancaster churchyard:

'Sacred to the memory of Catherine, widow of Henry Richmond, M.D. (formerly of Liverpool, and late of Bath,) and daughter of John Atherton, Esq. late of Walton Hall, in this county, who departed this life, January the 30th, 1819, in the eighty-fourth year of her age.

The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.”

C. R.

SOLI DEO GLORIA.

"What though affliction here would heave a sigh,
That one so loved and so revered should die-

Calm resignation clasps a Saviour's cross

And mourns, but does not murmur at the loss.

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'Twas there her meek and lowly soul was taught
To seek the heavenly crown his blood had bought,
'Twas thence in mercy beamed the welcome ray,
Which cheered with hope the aged pilgrim's way.
This mouldering dust shall here repose in peace,
Till that great day, when time itself shall cease.
Her spirit is with God; and this its plea-

My Saviour lived, my Saviour died for me!''

**Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy loving mercy and for thy truth's sake."

The following obituary was inserted in one of the periodicals of the day :—

'On January 30th, 1819, died at Leighton Hall, near Lancaster, aged 83, Catherine, widow of Dr. Henry Richmond, formerly of Liverpool, and late of Bath. Mrs. Richmond was, through life, distinguished by superior intellectual faculties, cultivated taste, and most amiable manners. These she retained to the last. But these qualities were only subservient to a solid and enlightened piety of heart, founded upon a cordial reception of the principles of the gospel of Christ. The deep humility of her disposition, her meek and quiet spirit, and her devotional sense of a Saviour's mercies, have seldom been exceeded. With her increasing age, God blessed her with increasing enjoyment of divine truths; and enabled her to meditate, converse, and correspond upon them with a vigour of mind, sobriety of judgment, and simplicity of affection, which proved the holy source from whence they proceeded.

'Her son engaged in the affecting task of preaching her funeral sermon, in the parish church of Warton, on Sunday, Feb. 14, to a large congregation, from Psalm cxv. 1; a subject selected as being peculiarly expressive of her own views and feelings when living. The mingled tears of relatives, friends,

domestics, and neighbours, bore an interesting testimony to the love and veneration in which her memory is held.'

Thus had Mr. Richmond the delightful consolation of knowing that both his parents departed in the' hope and peace of the gospel. Happy is it when the bonds of nature are knit more closely by those of grace!-when the child and the parent are partakers of the same Christian hope, running the same race, and looking forward to the same eternal rest and glory!

'Oh! what is death? 'Tis life's last shore,
Where vanities are vain no more!

Where all pursuits their goal obtain,

And life is all retouched again:

Where in their bright results, shall rise

Thoughts, virtues, friendships, griefs, and joys.'

CHAPTER XIII.

Letter, and Verses-Extracts from Diary-Tours to Scotland-Iona-Letters; friendly, family, and pastoral—Memoir of Miss Sinclair.

MR. RICHMOND, in bis northern tours for the religious societies, often visited Scotland. On one of these occasions, he left his eldest daughter under the hospitable roof of Dr. and Mrs. S-, near Glasgow, with whom he had formed a particular intimacy. But whether present or absent, Mr. Richmond discovered a uniform anxiety for his children. Their spiritual welfare lay near his heart. He often wrote to them, and never omitted to make some useful reference to the great concerns of eternity.

The following letter and copy of verses addressed to his daughter, exhibit a model of parental care and affection:

• Dear Mary,

'I wrote to you on my own birth-day, and now I do the same on yours. "There is a time to be born, and a time to die: "-says Solomon; and it is the memento of a truly wise man. But I may add, there is an interval between these two times, of infinite importance.

Does my beloved child duly appreciate this! Not all the charms of nature, either Scottish or English, can for a moment compare with those of grace and when can we better contemplate the real value of life, the vanity of the world, the worth of a soul, and the need of a Saviour, than when the lapse of time brings round the anniversary of our birth? It seems to concentrate all the experience and feeling of past days, and unite them with the anticipations of those which are yet to come: it speaks to youth and age alike, and summons both to prayer and meditation. Soon will eternity overwhelm all the concerns of time, but will infallibly take its character from them. I sincerely hope that you are systematically improving time, with a view to that eternity. Your opportunities have been many and valuable; your privileges great-may every ensuing day prove that they are not lost upon you. Religious parentage and social connections alone cannot save : personal religion in the heart is every thing. Our dear friend, Mrs. S, appears to enjoy it in deed and in truth. Prize such a friend; not only because she is kind, and agreeable, and worthy, but because she is a child of God, a member of Christ, and an inheritor of the kingdom of heaven; and as such, may be the ordained instrument of God for establishing the same principle in you. Think of us all, not for the mere love's sake of earthly kindred, but for the love of Jesus as connected with the family of heaven. This alone gives to charity itself its value.

Farewell, my dear child, and while you pray for yourself, forget not

'Your affectionate father,
"LEGH RICHMOND.'