ely, estimable woman; quick and sensitive, but, as a friend, a wife,
and mother, she was unexceptionable. Like the Grecian matron, her
children were her jewels.

Her education would have been considered limited for these days,
yet she was a woman of fine sense and quick intellect. She possessed
great delicacy of feeling, an inflexible will, an unusual energy (for a
woman) in carrying out what she esteemed right, and an uncontrollable
aversion to whatever was mean or cowardly. The training of their
children devolved mostly up her, my father finding enough out of doors,
in business or pleasure, to occupy him. And faithful she was in
teaching them the practical lessons of industry and economy; faithful
in dealing with their faults. The only one never checked was pride.
This she appealed to as a stimulant to every other virtue; for virtue
she esteemed it--and virtue it is, in its proper place, and under
proper control.

My parents were brought up in the Episcopal church--with a form
of godliness, without the substance. But the sufferings and death of
my eldest sister, who had become a true convert to the religion of
Jesus Christ, in the Methodist church, and who died rejoicing in the
hope of everlasting life, so impressed my mother that she, too, sought
and found the "one thing needful"--which happy change, although it
took place late in life, was long enough to evince to her children the
genuineness of her faith, and the power of the Gospel in making the
"proud in spirit" meek and lowly at the feet of Jesus. She united with
the Presbyterian church a few years before her death; and now, as I
look back at the days of my childhood and youth, and call to mind all
the pleasant and sweet things which memory cherishes, there is nothing
so refreshing as the piety of my mother, and that of the dear sister,
who, like a pioneer, went before to show us the "straight and narrow
path" through the rugged scenes of this sinful world. Like an oasis in
the desert of life, it lives, fresh and green, and ever and anon
directs my vision above the storm and tempest to the pure and bright
realms of the redeemed.

With this short sketch of the life and character of my parents,
from which you can form an idea of the peculiar characteristics and
dispositions of their children, who now have become so intimately
associated with your grandfather, I will proceed to say, that, after
the death of my father, which occurred in June, just eleven m