ELEGY on the deaths of Mr. BEALE AND HIS DAUGHTER.

My Friends are fled from mortal eye, God sent the just decree; Let us submit to him on high, Who made the Earth and Sea.

I hear again that death has paid, A second visit where, Lately dwelt a virtuous maid, And parent’s tender care.

Dear Madam, let your troubled, breast, This Earthly comfort find; God alone can lull to rest The widow’s downcast mind.

Late did your worthy partner say, From death no one can flee; Ere many months are pass’d away, Our Nancy rests by me.

Clos’d in that spot from public view, I’ve pointed out the grave; Let pious thoughts stern grief subdue, Jesus repentants save.

Adieu! he cried to all around, That stood beside his bed; Sweet mercies to us will abound, If we by grace are led.

We know that our redeemer live, Beside the God of all; Who will our errors all forgive, If we sincerely call.

Death came mantling on his brow, With firmness still he prayed; O God, on sinners mercy show, Ere in the grave we’re laid.

His wife and children now deplore Their loss with many a sigh, And so does many labouring poor, With many a weeping eye.

Truly he did assistance lend, To those that stood in need, The orphan in him found a friend, A constant one indeed.