MISS HENRIETTA WILSON. IX 



the 5th of June, she and her cousin took their last 

 walk together. It was a cahn sunnner morning, and 

 they spent some hours at Braid Hermitage among the 

 lovely woods and glens — Miss Wilson exceedingly 

 enjoying the profusion of blossom, and listening with 

 eager delight to her old friends, the cuckoo and 

 wood-pigeon. But she looked fatigued, and in the 

 evening there was such a deadly paleness on her face, 

 that her cousin asked if she was not tired. " No, not 

 tired," was her answer, " but I feel my heart." For a 

 few days she remained quietly at home. On Saturday 

 she received a good many friends, and saw her Bible 

 woman, with w^hom she spent a long time .transacting 

 business, so that in the eveninoj sliewas much fao^sjed and 

 worn out. On Monday she employed herself arrang- 

 ing a drawer of insects, and, in spite of her cousin's 

 entreaties, sent for a cab to take her to a mothers' 

 meeting. It was a stormy day, wind and heavy rain, 

 and as with feeble steps and pallid face she left the 

 house, it was with unseen tears she was committed to 

 His keeping, in whose service she was spending these 

 last hours of activity. There was a large attendance 

 at the meeting. She had begun to read the book of 

 Nehemiah, and she sj^oke to the mothers on the duty 

 and privilege of ejaculatory pirayer whilst engaged in 



