ng to too great a number.
Ours is but a sketch, an outline; those who would see the full length
portrait of our heroine, must consult the glowing canvass of her
biographer and successor, "Fanny Forrester."

Her next trial was, to see her beloved husband suffering with a severe
cough, which she feared would end in pulmonary consumption. To avert
this dreaded result, he was obliged to leave her and try a long
sea-voyage. The account of their parting, and her touching letters
during his absence would greatly enrich our little sketch, had we room
to copy them. We _must_ find a place for one short extract from the
letters.

"Your little daughter and I have been praying for you this evening....
At times the sweet hope that you will soon return, restored to perfect
health, buoys up my spirit, but perhaps you will find it necessary to go
farther, a necessity from which I cannot but shrink with doubt and
dread; or you may come back only to die with me. This last agonizing
thought crushes me down in overwhelming sorrow. I hope I do not feel
unwilling that our Heavenly Father should do as he thinks best with us;
but my heart shrinks from the prospect of living in this dark, sinful,
friendless world, without you.... But the most satisfactory view is to
look away to that blissful world, where separations are unknown. There,
my beloved Judson, we shall _surely_ meet each other; and we shall also
meet many loved ones who have gone before us to that haven of rest."

Her fears were not realized; in a few months Mr. Judson was restored to
her and the suffering mission cause in greatly improved health.

CHAPTER XV.

ILLNESS OF HER CHILDREN.--DEATH OF ONE OF THEM.--HER MISSIONARY LABORS,
AND FAMILY CARES.--HER DECLINING HEALTH.--POEM.--HER LAST ILLNESS AND
DEATH.

The seventh year of her marriage with Mr. Judson, was a year of peculiar
trial to Mrs. J. All her four children were attacked by whooping-cough
followed by one of the diseases of the climate, with which she also was
so violently afflicted that her life was for a time despaired of. She
felt sure, as she afterwards said, that her hour of release was come,
that her master was calling her; and she blessed God that she was
entirely willing to leave all, and go to him. The only hope of recovery
for any of them was a sea-voyage, and they embarked for Bengal, but
their passage was stormy, and they derived little benefit from their
stay at Serampore, where they had taken up