The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

The following Thoughts came from a Youth Aged 15. Miss Drapers,

Being a Spectator of the solemn Funeral of the late worthy and reverend Dr. Jonathan Mayhew. I was so sensibly touched with the Loss of this great Friend to civil and religious Liberty, that I could not suppress the following tender Thoughts.

MAYHEW is gone! ah weep! Nova Anglia weep!
Thy Friend, thy Champion, and thy dear Delight,
Now lives no more!

The Loss in truth is great: yet don't repine,
Wisdom unerring hath decreed it so.
See! happy with his GOD, above the Skies
He soars with calm Indifference
Beholds th' Events of this uncertain State,
Ere, he was wont with Faith and Hope to speak
Of Joys unfading and ecstatic Bliss:
Now, now, without Alloy he tastes them all,
And of his Virtues reaps the full Reward.
In his peaceful, happy Retreat
Nor Cares, nor Fears invade, all pleasant and serene
The heavenly Choir he joins, to celebrate
The Praises of the great, th' eternal GOD.
Ah Liberty! with Him thy Hopes are laid
In the cold Grave! oft has he plead thy Cause
With Eloquence divine! but now alas!
He sleeps in Death! Come, drop a generous Tear
O'er him, who lov'd thee more than his own Life.
Divinity!
Thou know'st thy Loss! in him thou always found
A firm, a dear, a most engaging Friend.
Ye Poor! who often at his friendly Gate
Receiv'd an Alms! come, mourn with me his Loss
And shew your Gratitude to the Deceas'd.
By blessing those, who yet survive, his Friends.
But why do I enlarge! the grateful World
His Merit knew; and till it is no more
Great MAYHEW's Name shall live! But hark!
The passing Bell! Haste, let me pay
The last sad Tribute to his dear Remains,

At Boston, July 11, 1766.