“Wan, meagre forms, torn from impending death, Exulting, blest us with reviving breath— The shivering wretch we clothed, the mourner cheer’d, And sickness ceased to groan when we appear’d— Unask’d, our care assists with tender art Their bodies, nor neglects the immortal part. Sometimes in shades, unpierced by Cynthia’s beam, Whose lustre glimmer’d on the dimpled stream, We wander’d innocent through sylvan scenes, Or tripp’d like fairies o’er the level greens— From fragrant herbage deck’d with pearly dews, And flowerets of a thousand different hues, By wafting gales the mingling odours fly, And round our heads in whispering breezes sigh- Whole nature seems to heighten and improve The holier hours of innocence and love. “Nor close the blissful scene, exhausted muse, The latest blissful scene that thou shalt choose; Satiate with life, what joys for me remain, Save one dear wish, to balance every pain,— To bow my head, with grief and toil opprest, Till borne by angel-bands to everlasting rest!” This remarkable woman, in after years, found peace with God. Charles Wesley speaks of her as “a gracious, tender, trembling soul; a bruised reed, which the Lord will not break; still harassed with ‘darkness, doubts, and fears,’ but against hope believing in hope.” This was a few days before she died, in the year 1750.[110] John Wesley says, that for some years before her death she was “a witness of that rest which remains even here for the people of God.”[111][112] Mr Kirk justly remarks, that a careful analysis of Mehetabel’s mental powers, a full estimate of her highly poetic genius, and a complete collection of her poems, would form a volume of no ordinary interest and value. ----- Footnote 110: _See_ C. Wesley’s _Journal_. Footnote 111: _Arminian Magazine_, 1778, p. 235. Footnote 112: As a specimen of Mehetabel’s wit, we subjoin the following riddle respecting a pen, published in the _Gentleman’s Magazine_ for 1734, and subscribed by her usual signature in that periodical, “_Sylvius_:”— “A RIDDLE.