t length well enough to resume her literary work again,
she busied herself in preparing an Appendix with music to _Songs of
Grace and Glory_. She had completed it and sent it to the printers, and
was hoping to be able to commence a book which she had contemplated
writing, when she had the disappointing news that a fire at the
printers' had destroyed the stereotype plates and paper as well as the
MS.; and as she had kept no copy of the tunes, all her work had to be
done over again. This "turned lesson," as she regarded it, was accepted
with beautiful patience.

After a visit to Newport, Monmouth, followed by one to Ashley Moor, she
spent some time in Switzerland. Here her quiet work went on among
tourists and invalids, as well as Swiss. It was on this visit to
Switzerland that she began the friendship with Baroness Helga V. Cramm,
whose painted cards blend so beautifully with her words.

Towards the end of August, symptoms of her illness recurred, and she had
not strength to return to England until October. It was on her journey
back that the idea of her book _My King_ came to her. It was, says her
sister, at Oxford station on the way to Winterdyne. "I thought Frances
was dozing when she exclaimed, with that herald flash in her eye,
'Marie! I see it all; I can write a little book, _My King_;' and rapidly
went through divisions for thirty-one chapters."

The writer of this short biography may here refer to a
never-to-be-forgotten hour that he spent with Frances R. Havergal. He
had sent her some lines suggested by this little book, of which she most
kindly expressed her approval, and naturally the book _My King_ formed
the subject of conversation, and she expressed her gratitude that she
had been led to write this and other of her books in chapters for each
day in the month; "for," said she, "they are read through in many cases
twelve times a year instead of being perused once and thrown aside."

The year 1877 was passed uneventfully in paying various visits to
relatives. But though uneventfully spent, not by any means idly or
unprofitably, for her time was fully occupied with literary work.

A little later on we get a glimpse of this busy worker in another
sphere. She had gone to Mildmay Park for rest.

"68, Mildmay Park, October, 1877.

"I was going away on Saturday, but caught cold at the quarterly meeting
of the Association of Female Workers, ... so I resigned myself to an
extra week here; and verily, they _do_