ment at the early interruption of her work by deatn! "That destroyest the hope of man!" And yet

"Sept. 22.-In the afternoon, she said to me with much earnestness, 'When you write to my friends, after all is over, one thing I wish you would make prominent. It is, that I feel satisfied with the course I have taken, and that all has been ordered by God.' (Meaning in her becoming a missionary.) I have no disposition to boast of my labors; but I feel that I have not left my friends and my country in vain. I never have regretted having done so, nor do I now. This is my dying testimony."

"Tell my friends I would not for all the world lay my remains any where but here, on missionary ground.' After a good many remarks showing the brightness of her views of spiritual things, some of which could be but indistinctly heard, she exclaimed, 'What a goodly company of ancestors shall I meet there! Yes, and the holy angels, and the Son of God! Oh, the Almighty God! You know nothing of his glorious majesty. I cannot express it; but I wanted to speak of it, that you may think that yourselves are nothing. I have thought too much of myself. In this sickness I have thought it too important that my ease and wants should be consulted. We all think that we are of more importance than we are. Beware of pride.""

"We sung that beautiful hymn of Doddridge on the eternal Sabbath, commencing,

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love.'

To my surprise, her voice, which she had so long been unable to use for singing, was occasionally heard mingling with ours. Her face beamed with a smile ot ecstasy; and so intense was the feeling expressed in her whole aspect, that we stopped after the first verse, lest she should even expire while drinking the cup of joy we had presented to her. But she said to us, 'Go on;' and though all were bathed in tears, and hardly able to articulate, we proceeded. I was sitting with her hand in mine. While singing the second verse, she pressed it, and turned to me at the same time such a heavenly smile as stopped my utterance. Before we reached the end, she raised both ner hands above her head, and gave vent to her feelings

in tears of pleasure, and almost in shouting. After prayer she said, 'I have had a little glimpse of what I am going to see. It was but a glimpse, and perhaps it was imagination. But it seemed a glorious sight.'

In the account of her last moments we have an interesting fact.

"Involuntary groans were occasionally uttered in her convulsions. These, as we were listening to them with painful sympathy, once, to our suiprise, melted away in to musical notes; and for a moment our ears were charm with the full clear tones of the sweetest melody. N words were articulated, and she was evidently uncon scious of every thing about her. It seemed as if her soul was already joining in the songs of heaven, while it was yet so connected with the body, as to command its unconscious sympathy.

We can never forget the effect of this incident upon our minds when we first heard it read. We cannot remember any incident in the dying scene of any individual so peculiar and striking. We have been accustomed to consider the last moments of Mr. Evarts, taking into view his natural temperament, as more remarkable than those of any other departed friend whom we have ever known. One of his exclamations was, "O! the face of God!" Perhaps this was only anticipation; it may have been a vision. But the incident referred to in the last moments of Mrs. Smith is very striking. Those musical sounds were wonderful. They remind one of those which are said to have come from Memnon's statue at sunrise. They were the accidental notes of the harp, when one is removing the strings. The swan's last song is sweetest; so was it with this "when fleeing to her mountain." The passage last quoted from the memoir will, we doubt not, long be remembered by all who read the book.

"Not long after, she again opened her eyes in a state of consciousness. A smile of perfect happiness lighted up her emaciated features. She looked deliberately around upon different objects in the room, and then fixed upon nie a look of the tenderest affection. Her frequen prayers that the Savior would meet her in the dark valley, have already been mentioned. By her smile she undoubtedly intended to assure us that she had found hin

Words she could not utter to express what she felt. Life continued to struggle with its last enemy, until twenty minutes before eight o'clock; when her affectionate heart gradually ceased to beat, and her soul took its final departure to be forever with the Lord."

She died September 30, 1836, in the 34th year of her age, having been a missionary about two years and four months.

The Lost Eye.

"IT is a great blessing to have the use of both eyes,' said a friend to me who had been deprived of the use of one of these most valuable organs. "Yes," I replied; "but, like every other blessing, they who enjoy it know not how to appreciate it. But pray, tell me, how came you to loose the sight of your eye?" "O," said he, "it was all owing to carlessness and disobedience. When I was a boy, I had a great fondness for playing with gunpowder. I delighted in nothing so much as exploding crackers, and making little squibs of powder, and touching them off.

"One day my uncle was at my father's, and, as was usually his practice, gave me a small piece of money. I was delighted with the present; for it immediately occurred to me that I could add it to some I had, and buy a little cannon, which a playmate owned, and which I knew could be obtained for that sum of money. I purchased the article, and also some powder, and made several successful experiments in loading and firing my cannon. My parents on learning for what purpose I had spent my money, reproved me, and admonished me of the thousand accidents that had occurred among children by the use of gunpowder, and forbid me ever engaging in such dangerous sports again; and very unkindly, as I then thought, took away both powder and cannon."

"It was not long, however, before I devised means to obtain another. Supposing my parents would take that away also, I resolved that I would have at least one good time with it before they should learn that I had it. Accordingly, I watched for an opportunity; and one after

noon, when my mother was out, I took out my cannon into the garden, and began to load it. The maid-servant remonstrated with me, and told me she should certainly tell my parents; but I paid no regard to her. There is nothing like having a good blast, as the boys say. So I loaded up my cannon almost to the muzzle, ignorant of what I was doing. I fired off the piece, and as might be supposed, it burst and scattered the fragments in every direction. I was wounded in several places, but more especially in my eye; into which a piece of the metal was hurled; and from that day to this, I have never been able to see out of it.-1 was laid upon a bed of sickness for several weeks, and suffered much pain; but it was nothing compared with what I have suffered since. The thought that it was all owing to disobedience, has been very painful. I have thought a thousand times since, O, that I had obeyed the admonitions and instruc tions of my parents.-Whenever I see a child disobedient to its parents or guardians, I always think of my lost eye, and wish that they might profit by my unhappy experience." We hope that all youthful readers will derive much benefit by reading this story, and remember that the safest way is always to do what your parents direct; and that God will, either in this or another world, manifest his displeasure against the disobedient.

The Sunday Party.

As I was walking one Lord's day to the house of God, I saw a party of young people on before me, whose volatile manners ill accorded with the sanctity of the day; and just as I was passing them, I heard one say,

"Indeed I think we shall do wrong-my conscience condemns me-I must return."

"There can be no harm," replied another, "in taking an excursion on the water, especially as we have resolved to go to a place of worship this evening."

"I must return," rejoined a female voice; my conscience condemns me. What will my father say if he hear of it ?"

By this time they had reached the bridge; and ou; of

the party was busily engaged with a waterman, while the rest stood in close debate for a few minutes, when they all moved towards the water. Two of the gentlemen stepped into the boat, two more stood at the water's edge, and the females were handed one by one into the boat. It was a fine morning, though rather cold, and the tide was running at its usual rate; many were gazing on them, when a naval officer standing near, called to them through the balustrades, and said,

"A pleasant morning to you."

One of the gentlemen suddenly arose to return the compliment, but from some cause which I could not perceive, he fell over into the water. This disaster threw the whole party into the utmost consternation, and each one, instead of remaining in his seat, rushed to the side of the boat over which their companion had fallen, which upset it, and all were instantaneously plunged into the deep. The shriek which the multitude of spectators gave, when they beheld this calamity, exceeded any similar noise I ever heard; several females fainted-boats immediately put off; and in a few minutes, the watermen rescued one and another, and another from a premature grave. Having picked up all they could find, the different boats were rowed to the shore, where some medical gentlemen were in waiting; but when the party met together, no language can describe the horror which was depicted on every countenance when they found that two were still missing.

"Where is my sister?" said the voice which had said, only a few minutes before, "there can be no harm in taking an excursion on the water, especially as we have resolved to go to church in the evening."

"Where's my Charles?" said a female, who had ap peared the most gay and sprightly when I first saw them.

At length two boats which had gone a considerable distance were seen returning; on being asked, if they had picked up any, they replied, "Yes-two." This reply electrified the whole party; they wept for joy, and so did others who stood around them.

"Here's a gentleman," said the boatman; "but I believe he's dead."

"Where's the lady," said the brother," is she safe ?"