My pleasant infant

(James Meikle, "A Periodic Interview with
the King of Terrors" March 7, 1797)

Our youngest child for some weeks past has
been getting teeth, and was seized with a
fever. And though sometimes a little better
--yet the fever returned and cut her off.

Yesterday she was interred.

Here divine sovereignty is clearly manifested--
I am spared for many years, but my pleasant
infant is mingled with the dead!

In a little while--it will be eternity with us all!

Our best wisdom will be--to hold a loose grip on
every comfort which can perish, and to fasten
our grip on eternal things. The more we have
our hearts in heaven--the less will the troubles
of time distress us.