the 26th of April she dictated to her brother the last strain, the
"Sabbath Sonnet," to which reference has already been made. From this
time she began to sink slowly but steadily. On the 12th of May she was
able to read part of the 16th chapter of St. John, her favourite among
the evangelists, which was the Gospel for the day, and also the Collect
and Epistle. She delighted to hear passages from a book she dearly
loved--a selection from the works of Archbishop Leighton. "Beautiful!
beautiful!" she exclaimed. To her faithful attendant she said that "she
had been making her peace with God; that she felt all at peace within
her bosom."

On Saturday the 16th May, 1835, she slumbered nearly all the day: and at
nine o'clock in the evening, without pain or struggle, her spirit passed
away to the "Better Land."

'I hear thee speak of the better land,
Thou callest its children a happy band;
Mother, oh, where is that radiant shore?
Shall we not seek it, and weep no more?
Is it where the flower of the orange blows,
And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?'
'Not there, not there, my child!'

'Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?
Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas,
Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?'
'Not there, not there, my child!'

'Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold?
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand?
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?'
'Not there, not there, my child!'

'Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy,
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there:
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,--
It is there, it is there, my child!'

Her remains were laid to rest in a grave within St. Anne's Church,
Dublin. A tablet records her name, her age--forty-one years--and the
date of her death. There are added the following lines of her own:--

"Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now;
E'en while