ft a fine collection of British and foreign sea-weeds and
zoophytes. Never permitted the privilege of foreign travel--for which
she so often longed--her sea-spoils have been gathered from all shores
by those who loved her; and there are sea-weeds yet in press sent by
_Aunt Judy_ friends from Tasmania, which gave pleasure to the last days
of her life. She did so keenly enjoy everything at which she worked that
it is difficult to say in which of her hobbies she found most happiness;
but I am disposed to give her natural history pursuits the palm.

Natural history brought her some of her dearest friends. Dr. Johnston,
of Berwick-on-Tweed, to whom she dedicated the first volume of the
_Parables from Nature_, was one of these; and with Dr. Harvey (author of
the _Phycologia Britannica_, &c.) she corresponded for ten years before
they met. Like herself, he combined a playful and poetical fancy with
the scientific faculty, and they had sympathy together in the
distinctive character of their religious belief, and in the worship of
God in His works. But these, and many others, have "gone
before."

One of her "collections" was an unusual one. Through nearly forty years
she collected the mottoes on old sun-dials, and made sketches of the
dials themselves. In this also she had many helpers, and the collection,
which had swelled to about four hundred, was published last year.
Amateur bookbinding and mowing were among the more eccentric of her
hobbies. With the latter she infected Mr. Tennyson, and sent him a light
Scotch scythe like her own.

The secret of her success and of her happiness in her labours was her
thoroughness. It was a family joke that in the garden she was never
satisfied to dabble in her flower-beds like other people, but would
always clear out what she called "the Irish corners," and attack bits of
waste or neglected ground from which everybody else shrank. And amongst
our neighbours in the village, those with whom, day after day, time
after time, she would plead "the Lord's controversy," were those with
whom every one else had failed. Some old village would-be sceptic, half
shame-faced, half conceited, who had not prayed for half a lifetime, or
been inside a church except at funerals; careworn mothers fossilized in
the long neglect, of religious duties; sinners whom every one else
thought hopeless, and who most-of all counted themselves so--if
God indeed permits us hereafter to bless those who led us to
Him here