hymns. Dr.
Judson's lines on the death of Mee Shawayee she knew by heart in
Burmese, and used to chant them for half an hour at a time.... These
things may seem very trivial to you, but I muse upon them by the hour
together; and it is only when I call my cooler judgment into action,
that I can make myself believe they are uninteresting to any person on
earth. I love to think of my sweet bud of immortality expanding so
beautifully in my own presence; and fancy I can judge in some small
degree of the brilliancy of the perfect flower, from these little
developments.

"A few hours before she died, she called us to her, kissed us, and
passed her dear hand, still full and dimpled as in health, softly over
our faces. The pupils of her eyes were so dilated that she could not see
us distinctly, and once, for a moment or two, her mind seemed to be
wandering; then looking anxiously into my face, she said: 'I frightened,
mamma! I frightened!' ... Oh with what feelings did I wash and dress her
lovely form for the last time, and compose her perfect little limbs; and
then see her--the dear child that had so long lain in my bosom--borne
away to her newly-made grave. My heart grew faint when I thought that I
had performed for her my last office of love; that she would never need
a mother's hand again.

My dear husband performed the funeral service with an aching, though
not desponding heart. The grave is in our own enclosure, about fifteen
rods from the house--a beautiful retired spot, in a grove of
Gangau-trees. Near it is a little Bethel, erected for private devotion.
Thither we have often repaired; and we trust that God, who in his
infinite wisdom had taken our treasure to himself, often meets us
there."

The biographer of Mrs. Boardman--since her successor in the
mission--mentions that a single speculative error had crept into her
religious faith, on the subject of God's particular providence--that
while contemplating the vastness of that agency

"That ever busy wheels the silent spheres,"

she had almost thought it derogatory to the "Majesty of heaven and
earth" to conceive of him as occupied with our mean affairs, numbering
the hairs of our heads, and guiding the sparrow's fall. But the blow
which crushed her heart, destroyed its skepticism. She saw so clearly in
this dispensation, the hand of a Father chastening his erring child; she
felt so keenly that she deserved the rod, for having in a measure
worshipped the gift