hat meekness, patience magnanimity and Christian fortitude, she bore
those sufferings; and can I wish they had been less? Can I
sacriligiously wish to rob her crown of a single gem? Much she saw and
suffered of the evils of this evil world; and eminently was she
qualified to relish and enjoy the pure and holy rest into which she has
entered. True she has been taken from a sphere in which she was
singularly qualified, by her natural disposition, her winning manners,
her devoted zeal, and her perfect acquaintance with the language, to be
extensively serviceable to the cause of Christ; true she has been torn
from her husband's bleeding heart and from her darling babe; but
infinite wisdom and love have presided, as ever, in this most afflicting
dispensation. Faith decides that all is right."

To show that Mrs. Judson was already appreciated as she deserved by the
European society in Amherst, we will subjoin part of a letter from
Captain F. of that place to a friend in Rangoon: "I shall not attempt to
give you an account of the gloom which the death of this amiable woman
has thrown over our little society, you who were so well acquainted with
her, will feel her loss more deeply; but we had just known her long
enough to value her acquaintance as a blessing in this remote corner. I
dread the effect it will have on poor Judson. I am sure you will take
every care that this mournful intelligence may be opened to him as
carefully as possible."

In the _Calcutta Review_ of 1848, we find this noble tribute to her
memory: "Of Mrs. Judson little is known in the noisy world. Few
comparatively are acquainted with her name, few with her actions, but if
any woman since the first arrival of the white strangers on the shores
of India, has on that great theatre of war, stretching between the mouth
of the Irrawady and the borders of the Hindoo Kush, rightly earned for
herself the title of a heroine, Mrs. Judson has, by her doings and
sufferings, fairly earned the distinction--a distinction, be it said,
which her true woman's nature would have very little appreciated. Still
it is right that she should be honored by the world. Her sufferings were
far more unendurable, her heroism far more noble, than any which in more
recent times have been so much pitied and so much applauded; but she was
a simple missionary's wife, an American by birth, and she told her tale
with an artless modesty--writing only what it became her to write,
treating only of