THE

EMINENT DEAD:

OR,

THE TRIUMPHS OF FAITH

IN THE DYING HOUR.

WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY REV. A. STEVENS, A. M.

"A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;
Long had I watched its glory moving on
O'er the still radiance of the lake below.
Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow!
Even in its very motion there was rest;
While every breath that chanced to blow,
Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West.
Emblem, methought, of the departed soul!
To whose white robes the gleam of bliss is given,
And by the breath of mercy made to roll
Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven."

BY BRADFORD K. PEIRCE.

BOSTON:

CHARLES H. PEIRCE.

MDCCCLI.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1850,

BY CHARLES H. PEIRCE,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

Stereotyped and Printed
BY GEORGE C. RAND AND COMPANY,
No. 3 Cornhill, Boston.

HON. FRANCIS O. WATTS:

MY DEAR FRIEND,

Allow me to inscribe your name upon this volume, both as a tribute of respect and Christian affection, and as due to the interest which you have been pleased to express in its preparation. It was at your suggestion that the work was at first undertaken; and in now presenting you the consummation of your wishes, and my gleanings through the precio and abundant fields of Christian biography, I am oppressed with but one painful sentiment — a sorrow that so noble a theme has fallen into hands so unequal to bestow upon it adequate justice. Trusting that He who "hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty," will sanctify this work for the accomplishment of some pious offices, it is humbly placed upon his altar.

Truly Yours,

In the Fellowship of Christ,

B. K. PEIRCE.