“An intellect strong, prompt, and inquisitive—­a temper open, generous, cheerful, ardent—­a heart replete with tenderness, and alive to every social affection and every benevolent impulse—­a spirit at once enterprising and persevering—­the whole crowned with that rare and inestimable endowment, good sense—­were materials which required only skilful management to fit her for adorning and dignifying any female station.  With that sort of cultivation which the world most admires, and those opportunities which attend upon rank and fortune, she might have shone in the circles of the great without forfeiting the esteem of the good.  Or had her lot fallen among the literary unbelievers of the continent, she might have figured in the sphere of the Voltaires, the Duffauds, and the other esprits forts of Paris.  She might have been as gay in public, as dismal in private, and as wretched in her end, as any of the most distinguished among them for their wit and their woe.  But God had destined her for other scenes and services—­scenes from which greatness turns away appalled, and services which all the cohorts of infidel wit are unable to perform.  She was to be prepared by poverty, bereavement, and grief, to pity and to succor the poor, the bereaved, and the grieving.  The sorrows of widowhood were to teach her the heart of the widow—­her babes, deprived of their father, to open the springs of her compassion to the fatherless and orphan—­and the consolations of God, her refuge and strength, her very present help in trouble, to make her a daughter of consolation to them who were walking in the valley of the shadow of death.

“To train her betimes for the future dispensations of his providence, the Lord touched the heart of this chosen vessel in her early youth.  The spirit of prayer sanctified her infant lips, and taught her, as far back as her memory could go, to pour out her heart before God.  She had not reached her eleventh year when she selected a bush in the retirement of the field, and there devoted herself to her God by faith in the Redeemer.  The incidents of her education, thoughtless companions, the love of dress, and the dancing-school, as she has herself recorded, chilled for a while the warmth of her piety, and robbed her bosom of its peace.  But her gracious Lord revisited her with his mercy, and bound her to himself in an everlasting covenant, which she sealed at his own table about the seventeenth year of her age.

“Having married, a few years after, Dr. John Graham, surgeon to the 60th British regiment, she accompanied him first to Montreal, and shortly after to Fort Niagara.  Here, during four years of temporal prosperity, she had no opportunity, even for once, of entering the habitation of God’s house, or hearing the sound of his gospel.  Secluded from the waters of the sanctuary and all the public means of growth in grace, her religion began to languish and its leaf to droop.  But the root was perennial—­it