Thefe, and the like Expreffions, which he utter'd often may be faid to be his Enjoyment of Heaven, before he enjoy'd it. The Sunday before his death, he rofe fuddenly from his Bed or Couch, call'd for one of his Inftruments, took it into his Hand, and aid, My God, my God,

My Mufick fhall find Thee,

And every String

Shall bave his Attribute to fing:

And having tun'd it, he play'd and fung

The Sundays of Man's Life...

Thredded together on Time's String,

Make Bracelets, to adorn the Wife
of the eternal glorious King;

On Sundays, Heaven's Door ftands ope;
Blefings are plentiful and rife;

More plentiful than Hope.

Thus he fung on Earth fuch Hymns and Anthems, as the Angels and He, and Mr. Farrer now fing in Heaven.

Thus he continued meditating and praying, and rejoycing, till the day of his death; and on that day faid to Mr.Woodnot, My dear Friend, I am forry I have nothing to prefent to my merciful God but Sin and Mifery; but the first is adorn'd; and a fer Hours will now put a Period to the latter; for I fhall fuddenly go hence and be no more feen. Upon which Expreffion, Mr. Woodnot took Occafion to remember him of the Re-edifying Layton Church, and his many Acts of Mercy; to which he made Anfwer, faying, They be good Works, if they be fprinkled with the Blood of Chrift, and not other wife. After this Difcoure he became more reftlefs, and his Soul feem'd to be weary of her earthly Ta bernacle;

bernacle; and this Uneafinefs became fo viable, that his Wife, his Three Nieces, and Mr. Woodnot, ftood conftantly about his Bed, beholding him with Sorrow, and an Unwillingness to lofe the Sight of him whom they could not hope to see much longer--As they ftood thus beholding him, his Wife obferv'd him to breath faintly, and with much trouble, and obferv'd him to fall into a fudden Agony; which fo furpriz'd her, that fhe fell into a fudden Paffion, and requir'd of him to know, How he did? To which his Answer was, That he had paft a Conflict with his last Enemy, and had overcome him by the Merits of his Mafter Jefus. After which Anfwer he look'd up, and faw his Wife and Nieces weeping to an Extremity, and charg'd them, If they lov'd him to withdraw into the next Room, and there pray every one alone for him; for nothing but their Lamentations could make his Death uncomfortable. To which requeft their Sighs and Tears would not fuffer them to make any Reply: But they yielded him a fad Obedience, leaving only with him Mr. Wordnor, and Mr. Beftock. Immediately after they had left him, he said to Mr.Boftock, Pray Sir, open that Door, then look into that Cabinet, in which you may easily find my last Will, and give it into my band; which being done, he deliver'd it into the Hand of Mr. Woodnot, and faid, My old Friend, I here deliver you my laft Will, in which you will find that I have made you my fole Executor for the good of my Wife and Nieces; and I defire you to fhew kindness to them, as they fhall need it; I do not defire you to be fuft, for I know you will be so for your own fake: But I charge you, by the Religion of our Friendship, to be careful of them. And having obtain'd Mr. Wodnot's Promife to be fo; he said, I am now ready to dye: After which Words he faid, Lord forfak me not now my Strength faileth me: But grant meercy, for the Merits of my Fefus and now Lord, Lo now receive my Soul. And

with thofe Words breath'd forth his Divine Soul, without any apparent Disturbance: Mr. Woodnot and Mr. Boftock attending his laft Breath, and clofing his Eyes.

Thus he liv'd, and thus he dy'd, like a Saint unfpotted of the World, full of Alms-deeds, full of Humility, and all the Examples of a vertuous Life; which I cannot conclude better than with this borrowed Obfervation;

All muft to their cold Graves;

But the Religious Actions of the Fuft,

Smell fweet in Death, and bloffom in the Duft..

Mr. George Herbert's have done fo to this, and will doubtless do fo to fucceeding Generations. ----I Ι have but this to fay more of him: That if Andrew Melvin died before him, then George Herbert died without an Enemy I wish (if God fhall be fo pleafed) that I may be fo happy as to dye like him.

Ifaac Walton.

There

Here is a Debt juftly due to the Memory of Mr.Her

Tbert's vernous Wife's a part of which I will ex

deavour to pay, by a very short Account of the Remainder of her Life, which fall follow.

She continued his difconfolate Widow about Six Years, bemoaning her felf, and complaining, That she had loft the delight of her Eyes; but more, that the had loft the Spiritual Guide for her poor Soul; and would often Jay, O that I had, like holy Mary, the Mother of Jefus, treafur'd up all his Sayings in my Heart: But fince I have not been able to do that, I will labour to live like him, that where he now is I may be alfo. And he would often say (as the Prophet David for his Son Abfolon) O that I had dy'd for him! Thus fhe continued Mourning, till Time and Converfation had fo moderated her Sorrows, that she became the happy Wife of Sir Robert Cook of Highnam in the County of Glocefter, Knight: And though he put a high Value on the excellent Accomplishment of her Mind and Body; and was fo like Mr. Herbert, as not to govern like a Mafter, but as an affectionate Husband; yet he would even to him often take Occafion to mention the Name of Mr. George Herbert, and fay, That Name mult live in her Memory, till the put off Mortality----By Sir Robert fhe had one only Child, a Daughter, whofe Parts and plentiful Estate make her happy in this World, and her well ufing of them gives a fair Teftimony, that he will be fo in that which is to come.

Mrs. Herbert was the Wife of Sir Robert Eight Years, and liv'd his Widor about Fifteen; all which time