heavenly teaching through which her subdued and
sanctified spirit had been called to pass. Her affectionate
salutation in parting, unconsciously closed, in regard to most of
them, the intercourse which they delighted to hold with her, but
which can be no more renewed on this side of the eternal world.

At this time Mrs. Fry found intense satisfaction in learning that the
London prisons--Newgate, Bridewell, Millbank, Giltspur Street, Compter,
Whitecross Street, Tothill Fields, and Coldbath Fields--were all in more
or less excellent order, and regularly visited by the ladies who had
been her coadjutors, and were to be her successors.

A few weeks later she was taken to Ramsgate, in the hope that the
sea-air would restore her strength for a little time; and while there
her old interest in the Coastguard Libraries returned, fresh and lively
as ever. It was, indeed, a proof of the ruling passion being strong in
almost dying circumstances. She attended meeting whenever possible,
obtained a grant of Bibles and Testaments from the Bible Society,
arranged, sorted, and distributed them among the sailors in the harbor,
with the help of her grandchildren, and manifested, by her daily
deportment, how fully she had learned the hard lesson of submission and
patience in suffering.

A few days before the end, pressure of the brain became apparent; severe
pain, succeeded by torpor and loss of power, and, after a short time,
utter unconsciousness, proved that the sands of life had nearly run
down. A few hours of spasmodic suffering followed, very trying to those
who watched by; but suddenly, about four on the morning of October 13th,
1845, the silver cord was loosed, the pitcher broken at the fountain,
and the spirit returned to God who gave it.

In a quiet grave at Barking, by the side of the little child whom she
had loved and lost, years before, rest Elizabeth Fry's mortal remains.
"God buries His workers, but carries on His work." The peculiar work
which made her name and life so famous has grown and ripened right up to
the present hour. In this, "her name liveth for evermore."

CHAPTER XVI.

FINIS.

Since the days when John Howard, Elizabeth Fry and other prison
reformers first commenced to grapple with the great problems of how to
treat criminals, many, animated by the purest motives, have followed in
the same path. To Captain Maconochie, perhaps, is due the system of
rewards awarded to convicts