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He died in a good old age, an old man, and full of years: i. e, as if the writer had said, after having passed an hundred and threescore and fifteen years in a state of virtue and obedience; in the whole course of which, conscience could find nothing to reproach him, but the memory delighted to contemplate the purity of the past, then perceiving the gentle approaches of dissolution, he. laid himself down on the bed of resignation,and equally calm and contented, departed from this world to the next, as in the serenity of slumber. None of those frightful appearances, or dolorous sounds were, we may suppose, near his pillow, which, even in death, was smoothed by piety, and the gloomy apartment illumed by--the chearful radiance of reflection. The last hour, in such cases, loses its horror : no greedy heir was watching and tvijhiug the flight of his foul; no interested relations were computing the time when Fate would afford the opportunity to plunder and to pillage. Haply, Isaac only was present, and the tears which he shed were
the irresistible drops of nature, flowing from the filial heart : the rest was all composure 5 for he died in peace, and was gathered to his people; which, by the bye, is an exquisite phrase, signifying, he was buried with his ancestors (at least with her to whom, when living he was united) in the field of Ephron. There is, indeed, much beauty in the chapter wherein the particular circumstances attending the purchase of this field is related, and we cannot too much admire the considerate sense of Abraham, or his conjugal tenderness, in providing a proper place for the remains of his wife; nor is the exactness, with which the whole matter is told as a point both of business and humanity, less worthy our observation.
Story of Jacob and Rachel.
And Jacob Served Seven Years Tor Rachel, Aw» They Seemed Unto Him But A Few Says, F0» The Love Be Has To Her.
rT1HE sweetest simplicity that can be "** conceived in composition, distinguishes, in general, the tender Narratives of the Bible, from the love tales of modern writers; nor does any author approach, in any degree, near them in this respect, except some parts in the works of the immortal Shakespear; and one would think, ■in some places where he treated of the tender attachment of the sexes, that he had an eye to the unaffected beauties of the scripture. The history of Rebekah and Rachel are both related, in a language, and in a