SUSAN GRAY. 135

My three daughters, and three daughters of a
farmer in my parish, followed as mourners,
dressed, also, in white, with hoods of fine white
linen. As I walked up the aisle, I repeated
these words from the burial service :—

“1 am the resurrection and the life, saith the
Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were
dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and
believeth in me shall never die. (John xi. 25, 26.)

“I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that
he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
and though, after my skin, worms destroy this
body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: whom I
shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold,
and not another. (Job xix. 2527.)

We brought nothing into this world, and
it is certain we can carry nothing out.—The
Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away;
blessed be the name of the Lord.” (1 Tim. vi. 7;
Job i. 21.)

The coffin was placed upon a bier in the
middle of the church, and all the young women
stood round it while I read the evening prayers.
After the prayers, the ninetieth psalm was sung
by the whole congregation; which being finish-
ed, I preached a sermon upon the text which
follows:—Blessed is the man that endureth
temptation: for when he is tried, he shall re-
ceive the crown of life. (James i. 12.)

Having delivered my text, I proceeded to
point out, though in general terms, not being in
a place where I could enter into particulars with
propriety, how our beloved sister departed this
life; had endured various trials and temptations,