no remarkable liveliness. She read tolerably well, took
pains, and improved in it.

Mildness and quietness marked her general demeanour. She was very
constant in her attendance on public worship at the church, as well as on
my Saturday instruction at home. But, generally speaking, she was little
noticed, except for her regular and orderly conduct. Had I then been
asked of which of my young scholars I had formed the most favourable
opinion, poor Jane might have been altogether omitted in the list.

How little do we oftentimes know what God is doing in other people's
hearts! What poor calculators and judges we frequently prove till he
opens our eyes! His thoughts are not our thoughts; neither our ways his
ways.

Once, indeed, during the latter part of that year, I was struck with her
ready attention to my wishes. I had, agreeably to the plan above
mentioned, sent her into the churchyard to commit to memory an epitaph
which I admired. On her return she told me that, in addition to what I
desired, she had also learned another, which was inscribed on an
adjoining stone, adding, that she thought it a very pretty one.

I thought so too, and perhaps my readers will be of the same opinion.
Little Jane, though dead, yet shall speak. While I transcribe the lines,
I can powerfully imagine that I hear her voice repeating them. The idea
is exceedingly gratifying to me.

EPITAPH ON MRS. A. B.

Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear
That mourns a thy exit from a world like this;
Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here,
And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss.

No more confined to grovelling scenes of night,
No more a tenant pent in mortal clay;
Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight,
And trace thy journey to the realms of day.

The above was her appointed task; and the other, which she voluntarily
learned and spoke of with pleasure, is this:--

EPITAPH ON THE STONE ADJOINING.

It must be so--Our father Adam's fall,
And disobedience, brought this lot on all.
All die in him--But, hopeless should we be,
Blest Revelation! were it not for thee.
Hail, glorious Gospel! heavenly light, whereby
We live with comfort, and with comfort die;
And view, beyond this gloomy scene the tomb
A life of endless happiness to come.

I afterwards discovered that the sentiment expressed in the latter
epitaph had much affected her, but at the perio