of her health and the restoration of her accustomed vigor. Accordingly
accompanied by her brother, she spent some three weeks of the month of
July in various parts of Maine; but health did not come back to her.
Disease was too deeply seated to be beguiled away.

She returned to her home but to languish and die. When the news of her
mortal illness reached the Sabbath school, in which she had now been a
faithful and beloved teacher for about a year, it produced the most
intense interest and solicitude. All felt that a dearly beloved sister
had become the victim of the destroyer. That, however, which was a
source of unmingled grief in the beginning, became a sanctifying power
in the end.

When first informed that it was feared her disease would terminate
fatally, she betrayed the deepest emotion, with scarcely the utterance
of a word. Her natural sensibility made the weight upon her spirits seem
insupportable. But when the first shock was past and her powers had had
time to rally, she was found equal to the trial that awaited her. That
truth which she had long loved, and which had produced very little of
that Christian display by which the world judges, had wrought silently
but powerfully upon her understanding and her heart. It had begotten
hopes in a naturally hopeful spirit, stronger than death itself.

When her pastor from time to time spoke to her of the labors and
sacrifices of Christ, of the love of the Father and of the blessedness
of immortality, leading her sometimes to meditate upon the highest forms
of Christian truth, the smile of satisfaction that played upon her
countenance, showed not only that her powers were equal to the effort,
but that her heart was satisfied with its fruit.