and natural inseparable life in them, which shall continue and subsist perpetually of itself, without the help of meat and drink, or any such foreign support; without decay, or any tendency to a dissolution, of which our Saviour speaking, (Luke xx. 35.) says, "They who shall be accounted worthy to obtain that world, and the resurrection from the dead," cannot die any more; for they are equal to the angels, i.e. of an angelical nature and constitution. We may also refer on this subject to Phil. iii. 21. I add a note made by the author alluded to before on the forty-second verse:

The time (says he) that man is in this world, affixed to this earth, is, his being sown; and not when being dead he is put in the grave, dead things are not sown; seeds are sown, being alive, and die not, until after they are sown."

So closely apposite to our present purpose are the lines of an old Christian poet, who wrote upwards of two centuries ago, (George Wither, born 1588, died 1667,) that I cannot resist the pleasure of transcribing them, more particularly as they appear to make no unsuitable conclusion to this little compilation.

The wheat, although it lies a while in earth,
And seemeth lost, consumes not quite away;
But from that womb receives another birth,
And with additions riseth from the clay-

Much more shall man receive, whose worth is more;
For death, who from our dross will us refine,
Unto the other life becomes the door,
Where we in immortality shall shine-
When once our glass is run, we presently
Give up our souls to death-so death must give
Our bodies back again, that we, thereby
The light of life eternal may receive;
The venom'd sting of death is took away;
And now the grave, that was a place of fear,
Is made a bed of rest, wherein we may
Lie down in hope, and bide in safety there.

When we are born, to death-ward straight we run ; And by our death, our life is new begun.

THE END.

George Wither, 1640.