with literary and talented persons had greatly increased, using all her energy and influence in his behalf, and concentrating all the enthusiastic feelings of her nature in inspiring him with patience, comfort, and hope, as often as they failed him under his repeated disappointments.  At length his application was taken up by a powerful friend, for her sake, and she had the happiness of succeeding, and saw him depart at the very summit of his wishes.  Repose, which had been so long necessary, seemed now at hand; but her nerves had been too long and too repeatedly overstrung, and when this task was done, the worn and weary spirit could sustain no more, and sank under the labor that had been imposed upon it.

Severe illness followed, and though it yielded after a time to skilful remedies and tender care, her excessive languor and severe headaches, continued to give her family and friends great uneasiness.

During all these demands upon her time, her thoughts, and her health, however, the ruling passion neither slumbered nor slept.  She completed the Jewish Faith, and also prepared Home Influence for the press, though very unfit to have taxed her powers so far.  Her medical attendant became urgent for total change of air and scene, and again strongly interdicted all mental exertion—­a trip to Frankfort, to visit her elder brother, was therefore decided on.  In June, 1847, she set out, and bore the journey without suffering nearly so much as might have been expected.  Her hopes were nigh, her spirits raised—­the novelty and interest of her first travels on the Continent gave her for a very transient period a gleam, as it were, of strength.  For a week or two she appeared to rally, then again every exertion became too much for her, every stimulating remedy to exhaust her.  She was ordered from Frankfort to try the baths and mineral waters of Schwalbach, but without success.  After a stay of six weeks, and persevering with exemplary patience in the treatment prescribed, she was one night seized with alarming convulsive spasms, so terrible that her family removed her next morning with all speed back to Frankfort, to the house of a family of most kind friends, where every attention and care was lavishly bestowed.

In vain.  She took to her bed the very day of her arrival, and never rose from it again; she became daily weaker, and in three weeks from that time her sufferings ceased for ever.  She was perfectly conscious to within less than two hours before her death, and took an affectionate leave of her mother and brother.  Speech had been a matter of difficulty for some time previous, her throat being greatly affected by her malady; but she had, in consequence, learned to use her fingers in the manner of the deaf and dumb, and almost the last time they moved, it was to spell upon them feebly, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”

She was buried in the cemetery of Frankfort, one side of which is set apart for the people of her faith.  The stone which marks the spot bears upon it a butterfly and five stars, emblematic of the soul in heaven, and beneath appears the inscription—­