way,
Themselves shall lose in errors paths astray!

NOTES.

NOTE 1. Sarah Harrison was aunt to Jane Snowdon. When on a religious
visit in Great Britain, she felt her mind engaged to speak to George
III. When she commenced addressing him, he took off his hat, and
remained uncovered during her communication. She died in Philadelphia,
the 29th of Twelfth month, 1812, aged 76; a minister 55 years.

NOTE 2. Samuel Emlen, felt concerned often to look up the sick, weak
and halt of the flock; and for this purpose, in the latter part of his
life, he kept a one horse chair, in which he rode about "doing good:"
in allusion to which practice, he sometimes said, he "earned his bread
by jobbing." He died the 30th of Twelfth month, 1799, aged 75.

NOTE 3. David Bacon and descendants.--William Wilson, an elder of
Philadelphia Monthly Meeting.--Sarah Proctor Wilson, a minister of the
Southern District Monthly Meeting.

NOTE 4. Catharine Sheppard, an elder of the Northern District Monthly
Meeting, died the 15th of Twelfth month, 1842, aged 80 years. The
following lines appeared a few days after in one of the daily papers,
on the occasion of her death.

Sleep, mother, sleep, for thy work is now done,
Thy course is accomplished, the victory won!
Doubts and fears can no longer arise in thy path,
Nor tempest-cloud hover with threatening wrath.

Sleep, mother, sleep! our protector and guide!
Though we fain would have turned all Death's arrows aside;
Though we clung to thee fondly, and watched every breath,
Thy spirit unnoticed departed with Death.

Ah, cruel destroyer!--But cease ye, and hear
What sounds of sweet melody break on the ear!
'Tis the voice of rejoicing, oh, listen the sound,
That a prisoner of hope from the earth is unbound!

There!--hearken once more to the full-swelling strain,
The words of rejoicing we even may name;
They say, "Come up here, see the bride of the Lamb,
That stands by the throne of the mighty I AM!"

"Come home, mother, come!"--Ah, how vain is that cry,
The home of the righteous is fixed in the sky!
Earth's treasures wax old, its attractions all wither,
The cry of the ransomed is, "Come ye up hither!"

NOTE 5. Caleb Pennock, upwards of 90 years of age, recently addressed
the young men of his Monthly Meeting in a very remarkable manner,
expressing his belief that the doctrines of this Society would not be