She

"Her symptoms became more favorable, and some faint hopes were entertained of her recovery. As she found herself reviving, she turned her eyes again to the world, and became much too anxious to live. This anxiety was increased, if not caused by a letter which was received from her sister, informing her that she was about to set out for this country. considered this anxiety as a temptation of the adversary, and prayed against it, and desired her Christian friends to pray that it might be removed. After a few days this anxiety was succeeded by remarkable resignation to the will of God, which continued to the last. Of her sister she said, 'I have been very anxious to see her, but can now freely give her up; I have not one anxious thought respecting her. The Lord knows best about all these things. As for me, I am willing to be on this bed of sickness, suffer pain, or get well, just as he pleases.' Upon her husband and children she cast an affectionate look and said, 'You are no longer mine; I feel that I have given you up.' To her husband, when speaking of the children, she said, 'I leave you with a great charge, but the Lord will be with you.' To us who knew her strong attachment to her family, the triumph of grace which enabled her to give them up so unreservedly, appeared very remarkable, and indeed it was a source of astonishment to herself;-it was what she had never expected; nor could she attribute it to anything short of sovereign grace.

"She expressed great confidence in the Saviour, and joyfully resigned herself into his hands. When conversing with Mrs. E., one of the female members of the church, on the preciousness of the Christian's hope, especially in such a time as this, Mrs. E. repeated the words of the poet:

"These lively hopes we owe

To Jesus' dying love.'

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With a remarkable glow of animation on her countenance, she replied, ' O yes, yes, dear sister, say on.' She expressed much feeling for the poor Cherokees in their present affliction; but said, 'They are in the hands of God, and he will order all things right.' Speaking of her missionary brethren and sisters, she said, I love them all truly, and trust I shall meet them in heaven.' She expressed warm affection and gratitude towards those who were with her in sickness. She said, Surely there never was a poor soul that had so much reason to be grateful for kind friends, as I have.'

“When she was dying, she was asked if she could say with the Psalmist, "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.' With great animation she replied, 'Yes, altogether.' When asked again if her faith still held out, she said, 'Yes, I view my Saviour' on the cross, and am supported.' After her speech was

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gone, she whispered, Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly, come, come.'

Thus died, on the morning of the 21st of November, 1829, Mrs. Esther Butler, the devout Christian, the laborious missionary, the good wife, the prudent mother, the faithful friend. Her death was as peaceful as her life had been pure, and her exit from time was attended with many circumstances well calculated to mitigate the anguish of the parting hour. She left kind friends behind; a husband and his motherless children stood weeping over her grave; but they had hope, they were consoled.

The funeral took place Nov. 29th. The minister, Rev. Mr. Chamberlain, preached on this occasion from Rev. 14: 13, "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth." That solemn disattention by a

course was listened to with great multitude of mourners, who felt the loss which the Cherokee nation had sustained. Even those who had not believed on Christ, and who still worshipped the idolatrous objects of heathen superstition, were not unmindful of the solemn service. Many a hard heart had been touched by some act of kindness unobtrusively performed by the departed servant of God, and when she was borne to her burial, in a spot of her own selection, there went up to God a low and smothered wail from the very heart of that illfated tribe.

Well, let her sleep. Her care and sorrow, her anxiety and grief, are at an end. She has entered

the world where her Saviour is. She is absent from the flesh, and present with the Lord.

"There glory sits on every face,

There friendship smiles in every eye;
There doth her tongue relate the grace
That led her homeward to the sky."

Since she departed, many of the Cherokees have followed her. Clustered around her in heaven, we see them stand-we hear their sublime anthem-we behold their rapture-we listen to the joy. And others will go up from the wretched habitations of that off-cast tribe, to swell the chorus of the ransomed, and ascribe glory unto Him who came to save the red man of the forest, as well as the white man of the polished city and the enlightened school.

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ELIZABETH HERVEY,

OF BOMBAY.

IN the year 1812, a little company of missionaries sailed from the port of Boston for Bombay. They were sent out by the American Board to spread the knowledge of Jesus, in the dark places of the earth. They founded their mission station-they labored long and cheerfully- they endured toil and self denial and saw the blessed results in the tokens of enlightened mind and regenerated heart.

On the evening of the first Sabbath in August, 1830, the windows of Park Street Church gave out a cheerful light, and he who entered saw congregated there an immense multitude, of men and women. The pews - the aisles-the choir, were all filled, and deep interest was on all countenances and in all hearts. The occasion which drew this vast congregation was the setting apart of three young men, with their wives, to the solemn work of missions. William Ramsey, William Hervey, and