stated and repeated it. Her evident object all the day long was to prepare herself for her last change.

Providence kindly provided that we should be placed in a quiet country village, seeing almost no company; so that she could give herself up without any hindrance to a review of all the great features of Christianity, and going to the only foundation of hope to the sinner, might place her feet more firmly than ever on the rock Christ Jesus. I shall never forget the sweet and delightful conversations we had together all the time we were at Makry Keuy. I particularly remember one afternoon, while she was yet in health, we were talking about the blessedness of Heaven, when her emotions became so powerful that she raised her eyes to what was soon to be her own abode, and said, while the tears gushed from them, 'O, it will be sweet to be there.' The character of Christ occupied her mind more than any other topic, and the delightful views contained in 'The Great Teacher,' a book we were then reading, were to her a source of the highest pleasure.

During the last weeks of her life she became very weak, and was unable to bear what required much concentration of thought; but she had a high relish for prayer, and whenever Mr. Goodell called she uniformly asked him to pray. I wish I could remember her many sweet expressions of every Christian emotion; her committing her friends and us all, to the hands of the Redeemer; but her thoughts and the state of her mind so engrossed me, that the words in which she gave utterance to them, have escaped from the memory. Besides, she talked as much with her countenance and gestures as with her lips, and the whole was a clear mirror by which one could gaze into the purest and most angelic soul.*

• The trial of sickness and suffering gave a greater lustre to every excellence in her character, and she is not fully known by those who have not seen her in such circumstances.-Mr. V. L

Before losing it forever, I took a last sad look of that sweet countenance which had been the seat of so many emotions, but I deeply felt Mary was not there. On Saturday afternoon, the circle of sympathizing friends met in our large parlor, where Mr. Goodell performed religious services. When the funeral train had started, I took another way in a carriage with Mr. Schauffler, and was at the grave long before they had reached it. I stood by the opening earth ready to receive into its bosom the remnant of my Mary. Oh, how I wished I could lie down in it by her side. At length the mourning train appeared, winding among the solemn trees and the Armenian tombs which border the Protestant grave yard. It slowly ascended the slope, near the summit of which we stood. Mr. Goodell and the Prussian chaplain walked in front. Then came the bier covered with its black cloth, held by some of our brethren. The American ambassador followed. He had requested to carry the cloth, but was told that it would be a sufficient expression of his interest if he walked first after the bier. The Prussian chaplain performed the services at the grave with much feeling, and all that was visible of my sweet Mary disappeared under the earth.

Sleep there until thou rise to a happy resurrection! Sleep! Thy rest is peace, and thy soul is blessed!"

A monument erected by her husband in the Protestant burying ground at Pera covers the spot where her dust reposes. In reference to the place of her burial, Mr. V. L. remarks, "At first I felt disappointed that her remains could not be conveyed to Smyrna, to be buried among the graves of my ancestors, but she sleeps where now I would wish her to sleep, among the people for whose welfare she

sacrificed her life. She went to Constantinople at a great personal expense, solely for the sake of the Armenians whom she loved, and in their midst let her sleep among the living and the dead. From her grave you behold the Bosphorus passing under your feet, with its crowded villages on both sides; you also see parts of Constantinople itself. If the spirit ever visits the place of its clay, with what joy will she look around on a people restored to the spiritual worship of God, as I trust they will be before many years have passed."

CHAPTER XIV.

CLOSING REMARKS.

AND now the task is done. It was undertaken by affection, and pursued with a pleasing though melancholy satisfaction, as it furnished the occasion of living over again the dear and tender scenes of days that are past, never to

return.

It was the wish of the writer that the preparation of the memoir might have fallen to other and abler hands; but the feelings of the father have not permitted him to look over the papers of his deceased daughter, until the work was nearly ready for the press. Yet this may not prove so serious a loss as was at first apprehended, as it has led to a more copious selection from her writings than might have been made in other circumstances; and thus the subject of the memoir has been, with slight exceptions, her own biographer.

And here the writer might gather up the traits in her character and present them in a connected view, but as this has been done in a sermon appended to the memoir, she will only add a few things which occur to her mind in closing, as contributing to make the portrait more complete.

Every one who has read the preceding pages must have been struck with two things; Mary's love of life and her early preparation to leave it. Her husband, as were others, was constantly impressed with these facts. He says,

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Mary loved life. She loved her friends with a rapturous love. She loved man, of whatever nation, whatever religion, in whatever state." She "desired life, that she might impart to others the blessings which had been so richly bestowed her.' upon

She was also qualified to enjoy life. Of this, no one can doubt who has read her memoir; and yet her friends have a consciousness of the fact, which can never be imparted to others. She looked upon the works of nature as a manifestation of the excellence and glory of their great Creator, and she loved them as the work of her Father's hand. She often spoke of their soothing and elevating influence on the mind, and said of them, that "they were a lovely book to read with the Bible." She loved her work in life; and the people for whose spiritual welfare she had sacrificed so much.t "Hers was a heart whose emotions were powerful, and constantly keeping along with the thousand objects which impressed her."

With regard to her being qualified for usefulness, her life speaks for itself, yet the testimony of her husband on this point is too striking to be omitted. He says, "My intercourse with her was a source not only of happiness, but of real, spiritual improvement, and I have grown ten times faster in my Christian character while she has been with me. I blessed God continually for having given her to me." Her adaptedness to fill with happiness to herself and

* Her own remark.

† An Armenian youth of intelligence and piety, who was in the family of Mr. Dwight at the time Mary was there, said of her, "She loved my people very much. I remember one day she said, (opening her arms)' if there was only room, I would take them all in;' then she laid her hand upon her heart, as if to say, 'there is room enough here.'"

Her husband says, "I have often been struck with Mary's love for the Armenians. In one of her letters she says, 'when I see these lovely Armenian girls passing through the streets, their dark eyes peeping from under their snowy veils, I long to take them to my arms and teach them a Saviour's love.'"

+ Mr. V. L.