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He is able," but weakness prevented her from finishing the passage. To another, "He loved me, and gave Himself for me." Once she said, "I feel peaceful; I never had anything to trust to but God's mercy in Christ, and that I trust to now. I feel He has taken me to be His own."

She had most loving and tender care, M. C. Salmon and her devoted servant attending her by day, and a nurse, to whom she had become attached, watching over her by night. Towards the last, when almost wandering, she said, "It is time for Jesus to come." It was the first time in her long illness that she had expressed a desire to depart. Her kind watcher rejoined, "You would like to go to Him?" "I have gone to Him already "-words which seemed to imply that for her death would be no abrupt transition-the Lord was with her now on earth, and would be with her "on that other shore."

Sunday, the 18th, passed quietly, but the next morning brought with it much pain and restlessness. Once more she sent a message to an absent friend, concluding it with the lines, which she had not strength to finish :

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My knowledge of that life is small,

The eye of faith is dim,

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him."

She was conscious throughout, and bore her sufferings with unfailing patience. Once she said, "I shall soon be gone." Her friend said, "You

remember the Ministry and Oversight Meeting is tonight?" She answered, emphatically, "Yes."

The evening twilight was gathering, and she was alone with her faithful friend, when at an unexpected moment the bonds of earth were loosed, and she passed quietly away.

She died on the 19th of April, 1897, in the eightyseventh year of her age.

The intelligence of her departure was brought to the Meeting on Ministry and Oversight which had not failed to be present to her thoughts. A deep feeling of solemnity followed the receipt of the tidings. It was no occasion for lament, though there were some there, and many more who were not present, who felt, and who still feel that the loss was of a kind that is in a true sense irreparable. But thankfulness for her life and service, and for her peaceful release from pain and weakness rose to their hearts, and was reverently expressed before the close of the meeting.

On the 23rd, amidst a large concourse of relations and friends of every description, the worn tenement of clay was laid to rest in the old Friends' buryingground at "The Friars." Close to the Meeting-house which was endeared to her by so many associations, and itself the spot where lay many of her departed friends, it was for her a fitting resting-place, though surrounded by houses and far away from country solitude and peace. Just at that time of year, how

ever, the dreariness of this burying-ground is relieved by the sweet touches of spring green, and these may be typical enough of the faith and hope that illuminated a life dark in many of its passages, yet leading

onward with more and more "shining unto the perfect day."

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CHAPTER XII.

RECOLLECTIONS OF ANN HUNT, BY HANNAH

SOUTHALL.

"My first remembrance of Ann Hunt goes back into early years, when she came with her only sister Rebecca to visit my grandmother. Her brightness and sympathetic friendliness soon won our childish hearts. It was not till about ten years later that I recall her again when we were both staying with relatives at Torquay and had some delightful walks and excursions. In another decade we were thrown together in a visit which I paid at 'The Fort,' and from this time a bond was formed which circumstances only welded with firmer and firmer links as time. rolled on, bringing its strange web in which blessings and trials were inextricably woven.

"Perhaps, to those who only knew Ann Hunt in the serene brightness and calm of the evening light, it would be impossible to reach the influences by which her character was moulded. Her nature was one of singular sensitiveness, and the sweet calm of the exterior gave but little index of the power of passion

ate love which lay beneath, and it was this nature which, welded in the furnace and brought under the sanctifying power of Christ, yielded the gold well refined, which all recognised in later years who were brought within the magic circle of her influence. This influence had a kind of centrifugal power, which made her first a unique bond of union in the family circle and then an equally attractive centre to those not drawn together by the ties of kinship.

"She had in a greater degree than I have ever known, long-suffering, tenderness, and love for the erring, and the knowledge of this faithful love and the suffering it had brought to herself made many of us regard her with deeper reverence and closer affection.

"Her life may be divided into two portions, that spent in the old home at 'The Fort,' and that at No. 9, Brunswick Square. In the first she shone as daughter, sister and aunt. Brunswick Square is not an especially attractive locality, but it was astonishing to how great a degree it became so during the time. she resided there. There was always such a welcome to her home. Tennyson speaks this feeling of entering there after absence:

'Doors where my heart was wont to beat
So quickly waiting for a hand.'

"Then in earlier times, there were the night hours when, feet on fender, we used to sit and talk (and no interest was too small to share) and then commune

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