done."--_Judson's Offering_, 231_st page_. These were the words of Mrs.
Judson a few days previous to her death, when questioned as to her
desires respecting the issue of the affliction under which she was
suffering.

Life's trials and dangers will all soon be o'er,
I feel myself nearing the heavenly shore,
I'm weary of wand'ring, oh! fain would I rest
With Jesus, my Savior, and sleep on his breast.

I'm weary and thirsty, my spirit has flown
Almost to that river which bursts from the throne;--
I'd range its fair borders, and plunge in its flood,
And join with the angels in praising my God.

I'd rest in the shade of that tree, growing near,
Which yields its rich fruit every month in the year;
Its leaves are so healing, no sickness comes there,
To mar the new song as it floats through the air.

I think of the rest in those regions above,--
My soul spreads her pinions and soars like a dove,--
Yet I'm drawn back to earth by one tender tie,
Which oft clogs my wings;--then, oh! how can I fly!

I think of New England, my fair native land,
The friends of my childhood, that dear faithful band,
Who're waiting to greet me with hearts full of love,
Not knowing my bark will cast anchor above.