How often we have crowded into that aisle, and clustered around that now vacant desk, to listen to the counsels of wisdom, as they fell from the lips of the venerable sage, we can all remember, for it was but of yesterday.

But what a change! How wondrous! how sudden! 'Tis like a vision of the night.

That form which we beheld but a few days since, is now cold in death! "But the last Sabbath, and in this hall, he worshipped with others.

Now his spirit mingles with the noble army of martyrs, and the just made perfect, in the eternal adoration of the living God.

With him "this is the end of earth." He sleeps the sleep that knows no waking.