remember her counsels, oft mingled with tears;
The truths by example express'd;
An inheritance rich, is the wealth of her prayers:
Is the child or the mother more blest?

By the light in her eye, and the smile on her face;
By her "song in the night," when opprest!
By a thousand impressions we love to retrace:
We know that our mother was blest.

But the soul of her joy, and its fulness she drew
From the source of all others the best;
For she trusted in Him, who is faithful and true,
She delighted in God, and was blest.

Then, why should we weep at the thought she is gone,
Since we know she hath enter'd her rest?
No! her children will follow, united as one,
In her steps to the home of the blest,

J.L.

XXIV.

PLEASANT MEMORIES.

"THE MEMORY OF THE JUST IS BLESSED," Prov. x. 7.

Although the preceding pages will enable the reader to form a general
estimate of Mrs. Lyth's religious character, the writer deems it
necessary to add a concluding sketch, partly for the purpose of
recording some particulars which could not so well be introduced
elsewhere, and partly to supplement his own remarks, which might
otherwise be liable to the charge of partiality, with a selection from
the numerous testimonies with which he has been favoured by Ministers
and other friends.

In person Mrs. Lyth was of middle stature, slender, and, before
years had subdued her physical strength, straight as an arrow. Her
complexion was fair, and her features, rather pointed than full, were
regular and well formed. The eyes, of light blue, generally wore a
calm and gentle expression, but kindled with an unearthly light when
conversing on divine subjects. Then her whole soul flashed in her
countenance, and her features, lit as with sunshine, indicated how
deeply her spirit had drank of that "stream which maketh glad the city
of God." Her hair, which in youth was of a rich auburn, turned grey at
the early age of thirty, and at length its silvery hue was superseded
by a snowy white, which gave additional impressiveness to a
countenance upon which happiness, purity and peace sat continually
enthroned. Her dress, the perfection of neatness, was modelled
after the most approved style of the Society of Friends, not as now,
modified and robbed of its interest by all-powerful fashion, but as it
existed in its original simplicity fifty years ago. Though not gifted
with any remarkable powers of