DEATH
He preached his own funeral sermon!What a superlatively grand and consoling idea!
A grey head, and a carnal worldly heart
Susannah Spurgeon, "A Song of Sighs"
He who trifles with it is a fool!
There lies his mortal body, moldering into dust—and feeding the worms!
Soon I must go down that road from which I will never return!
Nine evils which death will put an end to
Flying through the air with an angel-escort!
The nest was destroyed, and the poor bird lay bleeding and exposed!
His uplifted dart is inexorable!
Could you be so selfish--and so cruel?
View well the monster in true light!
Zeuxis died laughing at the picture of an old woman
The vilest reptile and the proudest prince
I am in eternity—and you are on the brink!
He never thought that he would sink into Hell!
When we gaze upon the lifeless corpse
The happiest moment of his life!
In the midst of all the wild scene—Stephen fell asleep!
When the cold winds are whistling over your grave
The thread of life is held by the divine hand alone!
The house appointed for all living
Though we mourn—we must not murmur
Prayer for a time of bereavement
In a few days--I may be in Hell!
That ruthless invader of all happiness
Where am I bound for? For heaven—or for hell?
An undressing from his sins and infirmities
The funeral of all your sorrows!
Crawling along the road of life
Death is a change of employment
It will matter little when I lie in my coffin!
You are the one who has done this!
A few feet of earth will suffice
Like a passing scene in a drama!
A worm, a gnat, a fly, a hair, a
seed of a raison, a skin of a grapeThe great robber of our loves and joys
We sicken, and die, and moulder away in the grave
Death brings the soul to a state of eternal rest!
Death puts an end to all changes
The mad desire of plenty and pleasure
This tyrant wields a universal sway!
We shall wither, fade, and die!
A hideous skeleton, a collection of bones, a heap of dust!
Beyond this, I have no great desire to live
The base cares & the petty enjoyments of the present world
The time has come for my departure!
The death of your godly daughter
My little daughter Ann was in good health on Monday--and on Thursday she was a corpse!
He then sank back, like his son, smiled, and expired!
The gate of death, and the gate of glory, are one!
All our care, forethought, and caution
Honor, wealth, and pleasure lose their charms
The Christian and Death!The design of the divine Artist
How many more years will I live?
This dark valley of corruption, earth, and worms!
SEVEN LESSONS LEARNED TOO LATE
You are on the road to eternity!
Riches! Beauty! Pleasure! Genius! Fame!
Your beauty, strength, and fine attire
The death of our dear friend Elmore
The things the pagans are always concerned about
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