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| THOMAS SHIPLEY. 7Q» These extracts are generally of a moral and religious caste, and include scraps from Young, Milton, Addison, Burns, Cowper, Watts, Akenside, Pope, Byron, Hemans, and many others. In the domestic and social circle, his conversation was animated and instructive, and always tempered by that kindness and amenity of manners which endeared him to his family and friends. He was no bigot in religion. While a firm believer in the doctrines of the Gospel as maintained by the orthodox Society of Friends, he yet held that religion was an operative principle producing the finite of righteousness and peace, in all of whatever name, who are sincere followers of our Lord Jesus Christ In conclusion we may add, that more than most men he bore about with him the sentiment of that old Roman, " Nihil humanum alienum a me puto," while he added to it the higher thought of the Christian, that he who loveth God loveth his brother also. We need not dwell upon the life of such a man. To-day, after the lapse of more than a generation, his memory is fresh and green in the hearts of those who knew him, and who stilJ survive to hand down to their children the story of the trials of that eventful period in our history. Ta the Memory of THOMAS SHIPLEY, President of the Pennsylvania Abolition Society, Who died on the 17th of Ninth mo., 1836, a devoted Christian and Philanthropist. BY JOHN O. WHITTIEE. Gone to thy Heavenly Father's rest— The flowers of Eden round thee blowing I And, on thine ear, the murmurs blest Of Shiloah'n waters softly flowing! Beneath that tree of life which give* To all the earth its healing leaves— In the white robe of angels clad, And wandering by that sacred river, Whose streams of holiness make glad The city of our God forever I Gentlest of spirits!—not for tbee Our tears are shed, oar sighs are given: Why mourn to know thon art a free Partaker of the joye of Heaven ? Finished thy work, and kept thy faith In Christian firmness unto death— And beautiful as sky and earth, When Autumn's sun ia downward going, The blessed memory of thy worth Around thy place of slumber glowing! |