the subjects of thy comforting
grace?" Her eleven children brought into the kingdom of God, she had
but one more wish, and that was that she might see her long-absent
missionary son; and when the ship from China anchored in New York
harbor, and the long-absent one passed over the threshold of his
paternal home, she said: "Now, Lord, lettest Thou thy servant depart
in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation." The prayer was soon
answered.

It was an autumnal day very much like this when we gathered from afar
and found only the house from which the soul had fled forever. She
looked very natural, the hands very much as when they were employed in
kindness for her children. Whatever else we forget, we never forget
the look of mother's hands. As we stood there by the casket, we could
not help but say: "Don't she look beautiful?" It was a cloudless day
when, with heavy hearts, we carried her out to the last resting-place.
The withered leaves crumbled under hoof and wheel as we passed, and
the sun shone on the Raritan River until it looked like fire; but more
calm and beautiful and radiant was the setting sun of that aged
pilgrim's life. No more toil, no more tears, no more sickness, no more
death. Dear mother! Beautiful mother!

"Sweet is the slumber beneath the sod,
While the pure spirit rests with God."

I need not go back and show you Zenobia or Semiramis or Isabella as
wonders of womanly excellence or greatness, when I in this moment
point to your own picture gallery of memory, and show you the one face
that you remember so well, and arouse all your holy reminiscences, and
start you in new consecration to God by the pronunciation of that
tender, beautiful, glorious word, "Mother! mother!"

SISTERLY INFLUENCE.

"And his sister stood afar off, to wit what would be done to
him."--EXODUS 2:4.

Princess Thermutis, daughter of Pharaoh, looking out through the
lattice of her bathing-house, on the banks of the Nile, saw a curious
boat on the river. It had neither oar nor helm, and they would have
been useless anyhow. There was only one passenger, and that a baby
boy. But the Mayflower that brought the Pilgrim Fathers to America
carried not so precious a load. The boat was made of the broad leaves
of papyrus tightened together by bitumen. Boats were sometimes made of
that material, as we learn from Pliny, and Herodotus, and
Theophrastus.

MIRIAM'S VIGIL.

"Kill every Hebrew boy when he is