MISS HEXEIETTA TVILSON. XI 



exhausted. One night she requested to have the 9 1st 

 Psalm read to her, as it contained promises of protec- 

 tion from ''the terror of the night." As long as 

 strength remained, it was her great enjoyment to be 

 taken out into the garden. At first she was able to 

 walk slowly ; afterwards she was wheeled along in a 

 garden chair. One of the last times she was out of 

 doors she observed a rare moth, and sent into the 

 house for a net in order to secure it — the last gleam 

 of a ruling passion. She still read a great deal. Night 

 and morning her Bible lay beside her, as well as 

 " Hymns from the Land of Luther." With the beauty 

 and originality of a smaU volume of poems by Jean 

 Inglelow she expressed herself as much delighted, and 

 she enjoyed Mrs Jameson's Sketches. Boston's " Crook 

 in the Lot" lay beside her till nearly the close. Of 

 one eye she had in the meanwhile lost the sight through 

 weakness, but she did not allow it to interfere with 

 her occupations, and only alluded to it as a matter of 

 merriment. As in the days of her health she had been 

 a matchless sick-nurse, so now in her turn she became 

 a remarkable patient. Her great anxiety was to give 

 the least possible trouble. The tones of her voice, 

 unless when weakened by violent sickness, retained 

 their wonted cheerfulness ; she was as soHcitous as ever 



