tender parts of the body, usually called the Sanguineous; including the change that befals the Blood, and the natural Humours of the Body in time of age, for they become low, and much depauperated; they are diminished and far less in quality than they were before. The reason of this _is_, _for man goeth to his long home_, _and the mourners go about the streets_. The grave, said Job, is my house, and soon the funeral proclamation must be repeated over us, _Dust thou art_, _and unto dust shall thou return_. The grave is the home for the body, when once it comes there, as long as there is any dust to cover it, or heavens to surround it, Man lieth down, and riseth not till the Heavens be no more; they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep till death is swallowed up in victory. _And the mourners go about the streets_. This we see daily; the friends, the relations, characters of every description. Mourning, is not because my friend is gone to glory, but on account of the loss I sustain, that person being near and dear to me; besides, it is a solemn call, _Be ye also ready_, _for in such an hour as ye think not_, _the Son of Man cometh_. And oh, my dear friend, to have the lamp of salvation from sin, its guilt, and curse, and power, and to have my soul filled with joy in God, through Jesus—this is the oil which will blaze when he appeareth. But if I have not much joy, I am blessed with a good hope, through grace; a hope that maketh not ashamed, and God declares it shall never be lost; _There is hope in thy end_, _and thy expectation shall not be cut off_. Praise ye the Lord.