THE SNOW DROP. 23 



Not long after this, I was surprised by seeing 

 in her own apartment a single, soft white rose in 

 a glass. She pointed it out to me, saying, ' I am 

 following up my, or rather your conquest ; it is too 

 ungrateful, that because God has seen fit to resume 

 the dearest of all his gifts, I should spurn from me 

 what he yet leaves in my path !' I understood the 

 nature of her struggle ; and, trivial as it may ap 

 pear to those whose minds are differently con 

 stituted, I could appreciate the honesty of her 

 efforts to overcome what too many would have de 

 lighted to indulge, as the offspring of feelings that 

 could not perhaps have excited but in a remark- 

 ably sensitive and imaginative character. She 

 laboured to bring all into the captivity of willing obe- 

 dience to Christ : thus yielding strong evidence 

 of a growth in the grace that was preparing her for 

 glory. 



I watched, for twelve months, her progress 

 towards heaven ; and greatly did she desire to die, 

 where alone she had truly begun to live ; but 

 duty called her elsewhere, to the fulfilment of a 

 painful, though sacred task. She applied, her 

 remaining strength to the work, and then lay down 

 in peace. Her death-bed was described by a pious 

 minister as presenting a foretaste of heavenly tri- 

 umph. Her ashes repose beneath the green 

 shamrocks of her native isle ; her spirit rejoices in 

 the presence of her redeeming God. 



