ir eyes to sleep in
Jesus. It has come home to our own business and bosoms. It has chosen
our houses to be the scene of its miracles. But rarely does it fall to
the lot of human eyes to witness so high a display of its value and
virtue, as was witnessed in that blessed woman whose entrance into the
joy of her Lord has occasioned our assembling this evening.

"As we are commanded to be followers of them who through faith
and patience inherit the promises, we should have their example before
us, that we may learn to imbibe their spirit, to imitate their graces,
and be ready for their reward. With this view, permit me to lay before
you some brief recollections of our deceased friend.

"It is not my intention to relate the history of her life. That
will be a proper task for biography. I design merely to state a few
leading facts, and to sketch such outlines of character as may show to
those who knew her not, what manner of person she was in all holy
conversation and godliness. Those who knew her best require no such
remembrancer, and will be able, from their own observation, to supply
its defects.

"ISABELLA MARSHALL, known to us as Mrs. GRAHAM, received from
nature qualities which, in circumstances favorable to their
development, do not allow their possessor to pass through life
unnoticed and inefficient.

"An intellect strong, prompt, and inquisitive--a temper open,
generous, cheerful, ardent--a heart replete with tenderness, and alive
to every social affection and every benevolent impulse--a spirit at
once enterprising and persevering--the whole crowned with that rare
and inestimable endowment, good sense--were materials which required
only skilful management to fit her for adorning and dignifying any
female station. With that sort of cultivation which the world most
admires, and those opportunities which attend upon rank and fortune,
she might have shone in the circles of the great without forfeiting
the esteem of the good. Or had her lot fallen among the literary
unbelievers of the continent, she might have figured in the sphere of
the Voltaires, the Duffauds, and the other _esprits forts_ of
Paris. She might have been as gay in public, as dismal in private, and
as wretched in her end, as any of the most distinguished among them
for their wit and their woe. But God had destined her for other scenes
and services--scenes from which greatness turns away appalled, and
services which all the cohorts