women who had departed, than to contemplate an existence on the earth, where storms will disturb the fairest prospect, and clouds will shut out the rays of the noonday sun.

On the Sabbath before her death she sung, in company with her husband, the hymn—

"Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,

With cheerful hope and strong desire."

At 20 minutes before 8 o'clock she died, with a countenance all illuminated with smiles, which, after she ceased to speak, played upon her features, and by their silent eloquence whispered to every beholder, Though I walk through the valley and shadow of death, I will fear no evil."

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On the following day as the tidings spread through Smyrna that the sainted woman was at rest, the flags of the American vessels in the harbor were seen lowering to half mast, and that upon the dwelling of the consul was shrouded with the drapery of death.

On the first of October, she was carried to the grave. The service of the English Church was read beside the corpse, and in one common grief the people stood bending over it, while the beautiful hymn of Dr. Watts was sung:

"Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.

"Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds-no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.

"So Jesus slept-God's only Son

Passed through the grave, and blest the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break and pierce the shade.

"Break from his throne, illustrious morn!
Attend, O earth! his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust-a glorious form

Called to arise to meet the Lord."

The tidings came echoing across the deep, and in our homes the story of death was told, and sadness filled the pious heart, as the thought that another servant of God, another heroine of the church, had fallen at her post, a martyr in the cause of truth. The American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions felt deeply the loss which had been sustained, and mourned for one whose piety, intellect, and labors were abundant. The slab of marble which rises upon her grave bears an inscription, found on the next page.

Here endeth the missionary toils of two years and four months, and uttering words of peace to the fallen we bid farewell to her memory, until death shall call us to join the blest throng of the ransomed, whose names are recorded on high.

"Who would not wish to die like those

Whom God's own spirit deigns to bless ?
To sink into that soft repose,

Then wake to perfect happiness."

THE MONUMENT

of

SARAH LANMAN SMITH.

Wife of Rev. Eli Smith,

Who

Was born in Norwich, Conn., U. S. A.

June 18, 1802.

TO BENEVOLENT EFFORTS, FOR THE YOUTH AND THE IGNORANT OF HER NATIVE CITY; FOR THE NEGLECTED REMNANT OF ITS ABORIGINAL INHABITANTS; AND FOR THE BENIGHTED FEMALES OF SYRIA SHE DEVOTED ALL HER ARDENT, EXPANSIVE AND UNTIRING ENERGIES, AS A SERVANT OF CHRIST, UNTIL, SINKING UNDER MISSIONARY LABORS AT BEYROOT, SHE WAS BROUGHT HITHER, AND DIED IN TRIUMPHANT FAITH, SEPTEMBER 30, 1836, AGED

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VII.

ELEANOR MACOMBER,

OF BURMAH.

ALMOST all the heroines who have gone forth from the churches of America, to dot heathen soil with their lowly graves, have been attended by some stronger arm than that of weak, defenceless woman. Many of them have had husbands on whom they relied for support and protection, and to whom they could turn with the assurance of sympathy, in hours of anguish and gloom.

But Miss Macomber went out attended by no such kind companion. She resolved on a missionary life, without the offer of marriage being connected with it. No husband helped her decide the momentous question, and when she resolved, it was to go alone. Impelled by the Christian's high and holy motives, she determined on a course which would involve her in a thousand perplexities, and load her with a thousand cares. With none to share these cares and perplexities-with no heart to keep time

with the wild beatings of her own, she crossed, a friendless woman, the deep, dark ocean, and on soil never trodden by the feet of Christian men, erected the banner of the cross.

1881

ELEANOR MACOMBER was born at Lake Pleasant, Hamilton Co., N. Y. Here her childhood and youth were passed, and here was her mind prepared for that career of usefulness, which in after years made her an ornament to her sex, to the church, and to the world.

From Lake Pleasant she removed to Albany, where her heart was brought into subjection to the Divine will, and her mind impressed with the great truths of revelation. She became a convert to the religion of the cross. She became a convert to tears, to prayers, to self-denying labors, to a life of sacrifice and devotion. Her piety was from henceforth of the highest character, and all her daily deportment gave evidence of her love to the Saviour.

In 1830, she was sent out by the Missionary Board, of the Baptist denomination, as a teacher among the Ojibwas, at Sault de Ste. Marie, in Michigan. This was her first missionary work, and she continued engaged in it nearly four years, when in the mysterious providence of God, her health failed, and she was obliged to return to her friends. But the great Head of the church, in removing her from one field of labor, was only preparing her for another; in 1836 she became connected with the Karen. mission, and a more extended field of usefulness was