Death of its sting disarmed, she knew no fear,
But tasted heaven, e'en while she lingered here:
Oh; happy saint! may we like thee be blest,
In life be faithful, and in death find rest."
The following epitaph is from Mr. Richmond's pen.
"Ye who delight the power of God to trace,
And mark with joy each monument of grace,
Tread lightly o'er this grave, as you explore
'The short and simple annals of the poor.'
"A child reposes underneath this sod,
A child to memory dear, and dear to God:
Rejoice, yet shed the sympathetic tear,
Jane "the Young Cottager," lies buried here.
During his residence at Turvey, Mr. Richmond became extendedly known to the public as the cordial friend, and ready advocate of the different religious societies, which have within the last thirty years grown up amongst us. His persuasive and pathetic eloquence
