rminate her life. A numerous family of
children, several of whom were in this country, needed her maternal care
and guidance; and for their sakes, as well as for her own, she left
Burmah in the winter following her husband's death, and arrived in this
country in October, 1851, after an absence of five years and three
months. She found in the beautiful village of Hamilton a sequestered and
lovely home for herself and her family, which consisted of her aged
parents, the five children of Sarah B. Judson, and her own "bird," Emily
Frances. The cares of her family, and literary labors, here divided her
time until the prostration of her health by her last sickness, since
which period she has "set her house in order,"[13] and calmly awaited
the summons of death. Peacefully and sweetly did the summons come, and
on the first of June she fell asleep in Jesus. With a sister poet she
might have said--

"I'm passing through the eternal gates,
Ere June's sweet roses blow."

She had often spoken of this rich and glorious month as her "time to
die," and repeated Bryant's hymn,--

"'Twere pleasant that in flowery June,
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break."

Nature had no more ardent lover than she; and it is pleasant to think
that her dust is returning to dust in a lovely village church-yard,
under the "pure air of heaven, and amid the luxuriance of flowers."
Pleasant also is it to read that a vast concourse of sincere admirers
and loving friends, and among them all her children, eagerly testified
their respect to her, by attending her remains to their burial. To her
glorified spirit such manifestations may indeed be of little moment. Yet
even her glorified spirit may feel a new thrill of pleasure in
beholding, from its serene sphere, the love that prompted them, and
sought in the choice of her last resting-place to give even to the
unconscious dead one more proof of affection.

In so imperfect a sketch as ours, a delineation of the character of Mrs.
Judson will not be attempted. We would not, if we could, anticipate her
memoir, which, it is said, will soon be published. From documents open
to the public, we shall merely glean such notices of her life and
character as shall induce in our readers a desire to know those details
of her personal history which will doubtless be found in her biograp