Widows and orphans ye may mourn indeed! Who now shall clothe you, who the hungry feed? Yes! show your garments, tattered ones, and say, These =SANSOM= gave us in a wintry day. From the bleak storm she clothed the shivering frame, When sickness pressed with healing cordials came; When age went tottering with no hand to save, She gave the crutch supporting to the grave! No cold philosophy was her's, to dream Of Benthem's theory or Malthus's scheme, As the heart prompted, the concurring hand Obeyed, instinctively, each kind command. When streams of suffering ran beside her door, The bitter waters lost their nauseous power; The prophet's salt she in the current threw, And soft and sweet the changing waters grew. Careful her Master's bounty to bestow, A faithful stewardship of gifts to show, That she might hear that language at the close, "To me ye did it, as ye did to those!" A pillar of the church, erect and strong, Swayed by no friendship to the church's wrong; Unwarped, unmoved, sound to the very core, And rendered firmer by the weight he bore; An honest watchman the alarm to sound, When foes were sowing tares within our ground,-- Or rootless plants luxuriously would shoot In spreading branches, and produce no fruit,-- Was =EVANS=. Oft the archers' bows were bent, To turn the veteran from his firm intent; Their malice moved not, and their threats were vain, Fixed at his post determined to remain: And when at last the final goal was won, Death's message found him with his armour on; No oilless lamp to trim, no loins to gird, Ready to enter at the Bridegroom's word, Where his loved =HANNAH=, earlier called away, Was his forerunner to the realms of day. So too our =SHEPPARD=,[4] when she heard the cry, Her wings expanding sought her home on high; One thought upon a faithful sufferer cast, Told her own hopes--then to her audit past. Amid the terrors of that evil hour, When Infidelity put forth its power, Though meek of manners and of gentle heart, =JANE BETTLE= played a Christian soldier's part. Though courteous, firm,--unwavering, though kind, Pupil of Christ, he disciplined her mind. Secluded long from active service here, Yet bearing burdens in her proper sphere, In humble waiting she was faithful found, Until her fetters were in love unbound. Her youthful =EDWARD=, bud of promise rare, Was early called to bloom in regions fair; Another cord, strong though unseen, to move The heart to seek a resting place above. =ALLEN=, when all around was clothed in night, Passed from earth's darkness to eternal light. Oh, what a blessed change to thee was given, To sleep in Jesus and to wake in heaven; Leave thy worn vestments with their earthly stain, A spotless robe of righteousness to gain!