ladies’ names. 143 
The bed of pain and sickness, 
Angel-like there, she seems to wait with love, 
Ministering aught of joy or comfort, 
Or sympathy sincere. 
0, she loveth, 
In those dark hours of deep distress, to point 
The soul away to Him, who all our griefs 
And sorrows bore. 
N. S. T. 
