The tasks, the joys of earth, the same in heaven will be;
Only the little brook has widen'd to a sea,
have we not cause to trust that Julie still ministers to the good and happiness of the young and old whom she served so well whilst she was seen amongst them? Let her, at any rate, be to us one of those who shine as the stars to lead us unto God:
God's saints are shining lights: who stays
Here long must passe
O'er dark hills, swift streames, and steep ways
As smooth as glasse;
But these all night,
Like Candles, shed
Their beams, and light
Us into bed.
They are, indeed, our pillar-fires,
Seen as we go;
They are that Citie's shining spires
We travel to.
A sword-like gleame
Kept man for sin—
First out, this beame
Will guide him In.
Memorial
"If we still love those we lose, can we altogether lose those we love?"
"The Newcomes," Chap. vii.