in order.  Place is a matter of small importance, if that peace which the world cannot give be our portion....  Although a large garden is now my allotment, I feel pleasure in having even a small one; and my acute relish for the beautiful in nature and art is on a clear day almost constantly gratified by a view of Greenwich Hospital and Park, and other parts of Kent; the shipping on the river, as well as the cattle feeding in the meadows.  So that in small things as well as great, spiritual and temporal, I have yet reason to ... bless and magnify the name of my Lord.

Two of her nieces accompanied her, in 1834, upon a mission to the Friends’ Meetings in Dorset and Hants; and recalling this journey some time later, one of them said, speaking of her aunt’s peculiar mission of ministering to the tried and afflicted:  “There was no weakness or trouble of mind or body, which might not safely be unveiled to her.  Whatever various or opposite views, feelings, or wishes might be confided to her, all came out again tinged with her own loving, hopeful spirit.  Bitterness of every kind died when entrusted to her; it never re-appeared.  The most favorable construction possible was always put upon every transaction.  No doubt her feeling lay this way; but did it not give her and her example a wonderful influence?  Was it not the very secret of her power with the wretched and degraded prisoners?  She could always see hope for everyone; she invariably found or made some point of light.  The most abandoned must have felt she did not despair for them, either for this world or for another; and this it was which made her irresistible.”

In taking a view of this good woman’s religious life and character, it will be helpful to see her as she appeared to herself—­to enter into her own feelings at different periods of her life, and to listen to her heart-felt expressions of humility and perplexity.  Thus, in relation to the ups and downs of life with her, we find in her journal this passage:—­

The difference between last winter and this winter has been striking!  How did the righteous compass me about, from the Sovereign, the Princes, and the Princesses, down to the poorest, lowest, and most destitute; how did poor sinners of almost every description seek after me, and cleave to me?  What was not said of me?  What was not thought of me, may I not say, in public and in private, in innumerable publications?  This winter I have had the bed of languishing; deep, very deep, prostration of soul and body; instead of being a helper to others, ready to lean upon all, glad even to be diverted by a child’s book.  In addition to this, I find the tongue of slander has been ready to attack me.  The work that was made so much of before, some try to lessen now.  My faith is that He will not give me over to the will of my enemies, nor let me be utterly cast down.

In relation to her conscientious fear of the admixture of sin with her service of God and of humanity, she wrote:—­