“No shade of doubt or fear, or anxiety crossed her mind.”  So writes her husband:  “She had a prevailing preference to depart and be with Christ.  I am longing to depart! she would say; and then the thought of her dear native land, to which she was approaching after an absence of twenty years, and a longing desire to see her son George, her parents, and the friends of her youth, would draw down her ascending soul, and constrain her to say, ’I am in a strait betwixt two; the will of the Lord be done.’

“In regard to her children she ever manifested the most surprising composure and resignation, so much so that I was once constrained to say, you seem to have forgotten the dear little ones we have left behind.  ’Can a mother forget’—­she replied, and was unable to proceed.  During her last days she spent much time in praying for the early conversion of her children.

“On the evening of the 31st of August, ...  I sat alone by the side of her bed, endeavoring to administer relief to the distressed body, and consolation to the departing soul.  At two o’clock in the morning, wishing to obtain one more token of recognition, I roused her attention and said, ‘Do you still love the Saviour?’ ‘O yes,’ she replied, ’I ever love the Lord Jesus Christ.’  I said again, ‘Do you still love me?’ She replied in the affirmative, by a peculiar expression of her own.  ’Then give me one more kiss;’ and we exchanged that token of love for the last time.  Another hour passed,—­and she ceased to breathe.”

    “So fades the summer cloud away;
      So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;
    So gently shuts the eye of day;
      So dies the wave along the shore.”

Arrangements were made to carry the body on shore.  The Rev. Mr. Bertram from the Island came on board, and was led into the state-room where lay all that was mortal of Mrs. Judson.  “Pleasant,” he says, “she was even in death.  A sweet smile of love beamed on her countenance, as if heavenly grace had stamped it there.  The bereaved husband and three weeping children fastened their eyes upon the loved remains, as if they could have looked forever.”

The coffin was borne to the shore; the boats forming a kind of procession, their oars beating the waves at measured intervals, as a sort of funeral knell—­The earth received her dust, and her bereaved husband continued his sad voyage towards his native land, again a widowed mourner.

PART III.

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH

OF MRS. EMILY C. JUDSON.

THIRD WIFE OF

REV.  ADONIRAM JUDSON, D.D.

REMARKS ON HER GENIUS.—­HER EARLY
LIFE.—­CONVERSION.—­EMPLOYMENTS.—­TALES AND POEMS.—­ACQUAINTANCE WITH
DR. JUDSON.—­MARRIAGE.—­VOYAGE TO INDIA.—­BIOGRAPHY OF MRS. S.B. 
JUDSON.—­POEM WRITTEN OFF ST. HELENA.—­POEM ON THE BIRTH OF AN
INFANT.—­LINES ADDRESSED TO A BEREAVED FRIEND.—­LETTER TO HER
CHILDREN.—­“PRAYER FOR DEAR PAPA.”—­POEM ADDRESSED TO HER MOTHER.—­HER
ACCOUNT OF DR. JUDSON’S LAST ILLNESS AND DEATH.