dent which occurred to her while bathing. She was carried beyond her depth, and with great difficulty she was rescued from her perilous situation.

During the last two years of her life, Mrs. Graham seemed to be fast ripening for heaven. She withdrew almost entirely from public engagements, and spent her time chiefly in private reading, meditation, and prayer. The only instance in which she emerged from her retirement, was for the purpose of joining some ladies in forming a society for the promotion of industry among the poor. This was an object which she had long had at heart, and the last public act of her life was devoted to it.

For some weeks before her last illness, her health was unusually good. The greater part of her time she dedicated to reading. Owen, Romaine, and Newton, were her favourite authors. On the two Sabbaths before she was attacked with the disease which terminated her earthly career, she partook of the Lord's Supper. Her last meditation was written on one of these occasions, and closes with these words.

"I ate the bread, and drank the wine, in the faith that I ate the flesh, and drank the blood of the Son of Man, and dwelt in him, and he in me! took a close view of my familiar friend, death, accompanied with the presence of my Saviour, his sensible presence.

cannot look at it without this. It is my only petition concerning it. I have had desires relative to certain circumstances, but they are nearly gone. It is my sincere desire that God may be glorified; and He knows best how, and by what circumstances. I retain my

one petition :-

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Only to me thy countenance show,

I ask no more the Jordan through.'

On Tuesday the 19th July, 1814, she began to complain slightly, but for two days her illness was not alarming. At length she became convinced that her end could not be far distant. Her mind remained calm and collected. Observing Mr. Bethune standing by her bedside, with a countenance somewhat agitated, she said, "My dear, dear son, I am going to leave you, I am going to my Saviour.' 'I know,' he re

it will be to the

plied, that, when you do go from us, Saviour; but, my dear mother, it may not be the Lord's time now to call you to himself.' 'Yes,' said she, now is the time; and, Oh! I could weep for sin.' Her words were accompanied with her tears. Have you any doubts then, my dear friend?' asked Mrs. Christie. Oh no,' replied Mrs. Graham; and looking at Mr. and Mrs. Bethune, as they wept: My dear children, I have no more doubts of going to my Saviour, than if I were already in his arms; my guilt is all transferred; he has cancelled all I owed. Yet I could weep for sins against so good a God; it seems to me as if there must be weeping even in heaven for sin.' After this she entered into conversation with her friends, mentioning portions of Scripture, and favourite hymns, which had been subjects of much comfortable exercise of mind to her. Some of these she had transcribed into a little book, calling them her provision prepared for crossing over Jordan; she committed them to memory, and often called them to remembrance, as her songs in the night, when sleep had deserted her. She then got Mr. Bethune to read her

some of these portions, especially the eighty-second hymn of the third book of Newton's Hymns, beginning thus:

"Let us love, and sing, and wonder;

Let us praise the Saviour's name!
He has hushed the law's loud thunder;
He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame;
He has wash'd us with his blood;

He has brought us nigh to God."

"Mrs. Graham then fell asleep, nor did she awaken until the voice of the Rev. Dr. Mason roused her. They had a very affectionate interview, which he has partly described in the excellent sermon he delivered after her decease. She expressed to him her hope, as founded altogether on the redemption that is in Jesus Christ. Were she left to depend on the merits of the best action she had ever performed, that would be only a source of despair. She repeated to him, as her view of salvation, the fourth verse of the hymn already quoted:

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"Let us wonder, grace and justice

Join, and point at mercy's store:

When through grace in Christ our trust is,
Justice smiles, and asks no more:

He who wash'd us with his blood,
Has secur'd our way to God."

Having asked Dr. Mason to pray with her, he inquired if there was any particular request she had to make of God, by him; she replied, that God will direct then, as he knelt, she put up her hands, and, raising her eyes towards heaven, breathed this short, but expressive petition, Lord, lead thy servant_in prayer.'

After Dr. Mason had taken his leave, she again fell into a deep sleep. Her physicians still expressed a hope of her recovery, as her pulse was regular, and the violence of her disease had abated. One of them however, declared his opinion, that his poor drugs would prove of little avail against her own ardent prayers, to depart, and be with Christ, which was far better' for her, than her return to a dying world.

"On Monday the Rev. Mr. Rowan prayed with her, and to him she expressed also the tranquillity of her mind, and the steadfastness of her hope, through Christ, of eternal felicity.

"Her lethargy increased; at intervals from sleep, she would occasionally assure her daughter, Mrs. Bethune, that all was well and when she could rouse herself only to say one word at a time, that one word accompanied with a smile, was, peace.' From her there was a peculiar emphasis in this expression of the state of her mind; Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you,' had been a favourite portion of Scripture with her, and a promise, the fulfilment of which was her earnest prayer to the God who made it. She also occasionally asked Mr. Bethune to pray with her, even when she could only articulate, as she looked at him,' Pray.' She was now surrounded by many of her dear Christian friends, who watched her dying bed with affection and solicitude. On Tuesday afternoon she slept with little intermission.

This,' said Dr. Mason, may be truly called falling asleep in Jesus.' It was remarked, by those who attended her, that all terror was taken away, and that death seemed here as an entrance into life.

"At a quarter past twelve o'clock, being the morning of the 27th of July, 1814, without a struggle or a groan, her spirit winged its flight from a mansion of clay to the realms of glory!"

Thus died a most consistent and devoted follower of the Lord Jesus. Her light had shone with resplendent lustre during her life, and her sun set in serenity and peace.

The intelligence of Mrs. Graham's death excited a deep feeling of regret in the minds of her friends both in America and England. The loss was regarded by the Christian world as one of no ordinary kind. Her unwearied exertions to promote the advancement of the cause of Christ, and her benevolence and kindness to the poor, attracted the esteem and respect of all who were capable of appreciating these beautiful traits of character. "The righteous shall be had in everlasting remembrance."

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