exertion she threw her arms around him and expired—is inexpressibly affecting.
I close what I have to say on the subject of these tracts, by adding, that a few years ago, two gravestones were erected in the churchyards of Arreton and Brading respectively, to the memory of the "Dairyman's Daughter," and the "Young Cottager."
On the former are inscribed the following lines; the composition of a lady.
"Stranger, if e'er by chance or feeling led,
Upon this hallowed earth thy footsteps tread,
Turn from the contemplation of the sod,
And think on her whose spirit rests with God.
Lowly her lot on earth—but he who bore
Tidings of grace and blessings to the poor,
Gave her, his truth and faithfulness to prove,
The choicest treasures of his boundless love:—
Faith, that dispelled affliction's darkest gloom,
Hope, that could cheer the passage to the tomb,
Peace, that not hell's dark legions could destroy
And love, that filled the soul with heavenly joy.
