After the death of her husband, Mrs. Judson expressed a strong desire to remain in Burmah and devote herself to the cause which was so dear to her husband’s and her own heart.  But her health, always delicate, was so unfavorably affected by that climate that her physicians were of opinion another rainy season would terminate her life.  A numerous family of children, several of whom were in this country, needed her maternal care and guidance; and for their sakes, as well as for her own, she left Burmah in the winter following her husband’s death, and arrived in this country in October, 1851, after an absence of five years and three months.  She found in the beautiful village of Hamilton a sequestered and lovely home for herself and her family, which consisted of her aged parents, the five children of Sarah B. Judson, and her own “bird,” Emily Frances.  The cares of her family, and literary labors, here divided her time until the prostration of her health by her last sickness, since which period she has “set her house in order,"[13] and calmly awaited the summons of death.  Peacefully and sweetly did the summons come, and on the first of June she fell asleep in Jesus.  With a sister poet she might have said—­

    “I’m passing through the eternal gates,
      Ere June’s sweet roses blow.”

She had often spoken of this rich and glorious month as her “time to die,” and repeated Bryant’s hymn,—­

    “’Twere pleasant that in flowery June,
    When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
      And groves a joyous sound,
    The sexton’s hand my grave to make,
    The rich, green mountain-turf should break.”

Nature had no more ardent lover than she; and it is pleasant to think that her dust is returning to dust in a lovely village church-yard, under the “pure air of heaven, and amid the luxuriance of flowers.”  Pleasant also is it to read that a vast concourse of sincere admirers and loving friends, and among them all her children, eagerly testified their respect to her, by attending her remains to their burial.  To her glorified spirit such manifestations may indeed be of little moment.  Yet even her glorified spirit may feel a new thrill of pleasure in beholding, from its serene sphere, the love that prompted them, and sought in the choice of her last resting-place to give even to the unconscious dead one more proof of affection.

In so imperfect a sketch as ours, a delineation of the character of Mrs. Judson will not be attempted.  We would not, if we could, anticipate her memoir, which, it is said, will soon be published.  From documents open to the public, we shall merely glean such notices of her life and character as shall induce in our readers a desire to know those details of her personal history which will doubtless be found in her biography.