secret of her calmness and the ground of

her hope.

Her breathing now became shorter, which baffled her attempts to speak. About five o'clock in the evening, she said, "Mamma, what a pity I forgot"— -her tongue faltered,-"Alas! I cannot" "Where's рара ?" "He is there, my love," was the reply. Turning her eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a look of the tenderest affection, then raised them heavenward in prayer. One fond parting glance at her mamma kneeling by her side, holding her dying hand, and then, as the sun was setting, she gently closed her eyes upon all earthly scenes, to open them, we are assured, upon the glories of that heavenly world, where the sun never sets. And thus passed away her pure spirit into the blissful presence of Him whom, in life, she

loved; and with whom, in death, she longed

to be.

"Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,

We will not weep for thee;

One thought shall check the starting tear,
It is that thou art free!

"And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain;

Oh! who that saw thy parting hour,
Could wish thee here again?

"Triumphant in thy closing eye
The hope of glory shone ;
Joy breathed in thy expiring eye,
To think the fight was won.

"Gently thy passing spirit fled,
Sustained by grace divine;

O! may such grace on me be shed,
And make my end like thine !"

Before we follow to their resting-place

the remains of what was once, and what will be again, in more surpassing beauty, a lovely temple of the Holy Ghost, let us review some of the points in Elizabeth's life from which we may gather instruction appropriate to our own. We purpose only to speak of what she was by the grace of God, and of what, dear reader, that same Divine grace can make you.

By the grace of God Miss Tatton was instrumental of leading her parents to Jesus. "With sorrow and shame I confess," says her mother, (6 we were then in such darkness, and so blind to its consequences, that we only went to church where there were good singing and fashionable congregations; but what a mercy, that, through grace, we have been better taught. It was my sweet Elizabeth who pointed out to me the beauty

of the Scriptures and the preciousness of the Saviour. She was so affectionate, humble, and obedient, (indeed, everything that my heart could wish,) that when I lost her I felt I had lost my guardian angel." Now here is an example of individual influence employed in a direction the most interesting and important. This record forms one of the most instructive pages in our little memoir.

The influence which we exert

over relatives and friends is powerful and far-reaching. It is a mighty engine in our hands capable of effecting great good or great evil, and thus becomes an important gift, involving fearful responsibility. But in what direction may this influence find scope for its exercise so important as in relation to the eternal happiness of the soul? What a wide field of exertion is this! What an honour to be instrumental of con

ferring blessing-lasting as its durationupon deathless mind! Onward to eternity our kinsmen are travelling. Thither the parent and the child, the husband and the wife, the brother and the sister, the lover and the friend, are passing. See how, one by one, they disappear! Even while we are conversing with them, and are smiling upon them, they vanish and are gone!—gone beyond our sympathy, our influence, and our reach. And whither ?—ah! whither! There is a heaven and a hell-to which? To the throne of mercy, or to the tribunal of justice? To the unfading glory, or to the undying worm? To either one they are gone. And can you think of the dread alternative —of their dying beds uncheered with a ray of hope of their appearance before a holy God without a hiding-place-of their banishment to the shades of despair, to the