207 
visiting her dark room one of the brightest in the 
day ? I need scarcely say that it was Christian faith. 
How exhilarating was it to hear from her the language 
of praise and thanksgiving, to see the withered hands 
clasped with gratitude as she spoke of the goodness 
of her God; and a tear glistening in the dimmed 
eye, when her theme was the mercies of her Re- 
deemer ! 
Seated by her lowly bedside, how insignificant 
appeared the worldly distinctions of rank, wealth, or 
honour. Could rank hâve raised one who was heir 
to a crown of glory? or wealth hâve added to the 
inexhaustible riches of her whose “ treasure was in 
heaven?” And with regard to honour, are we not 
told that <{ before honour is humility?” 
