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When Mr. Addison percieved that he was given over by his physicians, and felt his end approaching, he sent for a young man of a very irregular life, and perhaps loose oppinions, whom he had before endeavored to reclaim, but arguments and expostulations had no effect. The young man who was not wanting in respect for Mr. Addison, came at his request. Mr. Addison, who was extremely feeble, and whose life, at this moment, hung quivering on his lips, observed a profound silence. After a long pause, the youth at length addressed him, "Sir, you desired me to see you; signify your commands, and I will execute them with religious punctuality." Addison took him by the hand, and replied with his dying voice, "Oserve with what tranquility a Christain can die!"

    Happy soul, thy days are ended
    All thy mourning days below,
    Go, by angel guards attended,
    To the sight of Jesus go.
    For the joy he sets before thee,
    Bear a momentary pain;
    Die, to live a life of glory,
    Suffer, with thy Lord to reign,