To  thy  mercy,  oh  thou  orphan's  God,  I  commend
her.     Good-night,  Julia."

"  Tuesday  Afternoon.  I  have  been  washing,
and  am  very  tired.  House- work  is  too  hard  for
me,  and  I  would  not  do  it  except  to  oblige  Mrs.
Walling."

"  "Wednesday.  I  have  once  more  taken  up  my
pen,  after  the  labors  of  the  day  are  over,  to  write
a  word  to  Julia.  I  believe  Mr.  W.'s  people
think  I  go  to  bed  very  early  ;  but  I  have  been
watching  those  little  sjjarklers  in  yonder  hea-
ven. The  moon  looks  calm  and  beautiful  as
she  sails  through  the  deep  blue  sky,  and  I
wonder  if  Julia  watches  her  too,  and  thinks  of
her  sister

"Mary."

"  Thursday  Evening.  Another  day  has  pass-
ed, and  a  day  oi probation  too.  A  day  is  a  con-
siderable portion  of  our  life,  and  all  '  our  days
are  swifter  than  a  weaver's  shuttle.'  Oh  !  Julia,
how  much  have  we  to  excite  us  to  husband  our
time  with  the  greatest  frugality.  Since  I  began
to  write,  I  have  heard  the  awful  intelligence  that
another  human  being  has  just  dropped  into  eter-
nity in  a  frightful  manner.     Mr.  L.  L last


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night  laid  down  in  a  barn  on  fresh  hay,  and  was
found  dead  this  morning.  He  laid  down  in
health  and  thoughtlessness,  and  woke  in  eternity.
Oh  !  let  us  be  ready.
"Your  own  Sister  Mary."

None  of  her  productions  for  the  year  1828  are
preserved,  except  a  short  letter  addressed  to  the
same  sister  with  the  last  epistle.     She  says —

"  I  have  been  thinking  what  my  life  is  worth.
