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 gifis, 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 

 slituted, 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 wntched, for twelve months, her progress 

 towards heaven ; and greatly did she desire to die, 

 where alone she had truly begun to live ; but 

 duly called her elsewhere, to the fulfilment of a 

 pninful, though sacred task. She applied, her 

 remaining strength to tlie 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. 



