whose salvation was effected by their glorious agency, are following their founders to their father's house.

In the midst of her religious privations she enjoyed great facilities from this source for laying up her treasures in heaven.

If the eye of a youth who has never been to a sabbath school, wanders over these pages, let me tenderly invite him to go to a sabbath school; for, dear friend, it may prove the gate of heaven to your deathless spirit.

Little more can be gathered from any source to grace this sketch, which occurred before the visit of her pastor, to which the reader's attention has already been directed.

The picture of her early years must be somewhat imperfect, for the incidents of her childhood, which would be worthy of a place here, have vanished from the minds of the few who knew her at the time. The waters have closed over many scenes of interest in her history, but they travel down the stream, and will be brought to light in the last day.

It would be exceedingly interesting and curious to trace the causes which determined her youthful character, and show how they mingled

to produce the result. It should always, we fancy, be a prime object with the biographer to perform this office. The shades of character are infinitely diversified, and it is interesting to trace the influences which imparted their tinge and decided their features.

There may be blanks in her history, which I shall not be able to fill up.

Had she moved in a more elevated sphere, she would have attracted more admiration, and impressed her characteristics deeper upon the world.

"The most brilliant part of church history," says the great Hooker, "is that which can never be written; it is reserved for the stupendous scenes of the judgment day." The same may be said of its individual members. There is a sanctuary in every pious bosom, which is known in this world only to the heart that beats there, and the Holy Ghost.

No biographer has access to this Holy of Holies.

There are many whose names will stand high on the records of heaven, whose fame never passed beyond their native valleys.

"Who through the cool sequestered vale of life
Pursue the noiseless tenor of their way."

They attract no curiosity while living, and leave no light for coming ages. The setting sun kindles no splendor on their marble, but their epitaph is engraven in more durable characters upon the heart of surviving affection. While their redeemed spirits are ranging high in the climes of bliss, as their dust slumbers in the solemn repose of the grave, curiosity or respect prompt no distant stranger to visit the scene of their rest. But the eulogy of affection is often breathed over their tomb, and when the archangel's trump breaks through their valley, they shall arise with new beauty from their ashes.

At that hour, the brightest in the annals of the redeemed, they shall flank the Great White Throne, as it comes rolling on the clouds of heaven, and receive the richest crowns which shall be awarded on that solemn occasion, while the hopes of many of the great and honored of this world shall be quenched forever.

CHAPTER III.

"But can the noble mind forever brood,
The willing victim of a weary mood,
On heartless cares that squander life away,
And cloud young Genius brightening into day?

"Yet still may hope her talisman employ,
To snatch from heaven anticipated joy :
And all her kindred energies impart,

That burn the brightest in the purest heart."
CAMPBELL'S PLEASURES OF HOPE.

WE have already spoken of the cloud that enveloped the home of Mary in gloom, but, dark and dense as it was, it could not shut out from her soul the light of the Star of Bethlehem.

How high, how noble, how commanding the prerogative of the Spirit of Grace to illumine the mourner's bosom with the consolations of religion.

It will be necessary to contemplate the subject of this memoir on every page as just passing the vestibule of eternity, for from early childhood she seemed to have been overshadowed with a consciousness of her speedy departure, and a deep

but cheerful impression of the nearness and vastness of everlasting scenes.

Her life seemed like the placid beauty of Niagara's waters "ere they dash below,"-her probation like a flower suspended on that verge; baptized with the dew of death, and yet lingering awhile, and encircled with the mystic bow of the covenant, "green as an emerald."

Her countenance, her conversation, her writings, and even her hourly deportment in the walks of domestic life, all seemed tinged with the mellow light of heaven. And those who saw her most and knew her best, have told me that her presence imparted cheerfulness and solemnity to the feelings of all her associates. All this apposite to her early as well as maturer years.

Even in her tender childhood she was remarkably conscientious, and afraid of doing wrong. She trembled at the approach of sin and impiety, and was never known to tell a lie but once in her life.

She often said afterward, that the remembrance of that falsehood followed her like a shade, and destroyed her peace for months; and the dread of again committing that sin, forever prevented her from it till her death. The circumstances were