fineness of her spiritual texture,
her gentle dignity and feminine delicacy and grace, mark her as "every
inch" a true and noble woman. In her combine in happy union the calm
strength of soul and self-reliance of her younger, with the poetic
ideality and a just degree of the quick sensibility of her elder sister,
with better health than either, making her foremost of the three in that
executive efficiency which did so much to give their plans the uniform
success already mentioned. Kindness and warm affection, clearness of
moral vision, and purity of heart, with a lively relish for quiet
intellectual pleasures, for society and books adapted to refine, improve
and elevate, were among the characteristics common to them all.

Mariann and Elizabeth, having lived to see the triumph of the Right, in
the Presidential Proclamation of Freedom to the slaves, have gone from
their earthly labors to their heavenly rest; which, we may well believe,
is that whereof the poet speaks:

"Rest in harmonious action like the stars,
Doing the deeds which make heaven musical,
The earth a heaven, and brothers of us all."

Grace Anna still continues here, working for human welfare in such
fields as still demand the laborer's toil; and finding mental profit and
delight in the pursuit of natural science.

CUNNINGHAM'S RACHE.

BY MISS GRACE A. LEWIS.

Among the many fugitives whose stories were full of interest, was that
of a woman named Rachel. She was tall, muscular, slight, with an
extremely sensitive nervous organization, a brain of large size, and an
expression of remarkable sagacity and quickness. She was living in West
Chester, Chester county, Pa., when attempts were made to retake her to
Slavery. With wonderful swiftness and adroitness she eluded pursuit, and
was soon hurried away. Speedily reaching our house, she hid herself away
during the day, and in the evening, as a place of greater safety, she
was transferred to the house of our uncle, Dr. Fussell, then residing on
an adjoining farm. As was his wont, this kind-hearted man soon entered
into a conversation with her, and in a few minutes discovered that she
had once been a pupil of his during his residence in Maryland many years
before.

At the moment of recognition she sprang up, overwhelming him with her
manifestations of delight, crying: "You Dr. Fussell? You Dr. Fussell?
Don't you remember me? I'm Rache--Cunningham's Rache, down at Bush River
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