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sufferings, to be 'a sure and steadfast anchor to her soul;' and like the harkT sheltered in some friendly haven from the warring waves and winds, she heard the storms rojl around her, but they were unable to break the quietude in which she dwelt.

It was now the beginning of Autumn, The heats of summer had imperceptibly subsided into the pleasant glow of September suns, and the air, cooled by the dews of morning and evening, had resumed its worked elasticity. Nature seemed for a moment lQ be returning to a second spring, and you Wftukj have fancied it was willing to invite the lovely invalid once more to health and vigour, and to a participation in her former employments, and in the unsullied pleasures she had so often derived from poromunjpo with the scenes which surrounded herrrr scenes, which had 3° frequently charmed every sorrow from her bosomIn the hope that the fresh breezes might renovate her exhausted frame, she was occasionally taken on the water; and as the weather wps particularly feyourable, she often appeared, while wafted along, to enjoy a temporary respite from the weakness and pain, which were gradually bringing her down to the chambers of death. In patience, indeed, she possessed her soul, ever grateful for the attentions of friendship, and with heartfelt humility acknowledging herself unworthy of the least of the many mercies, which alleviated the sufferings of her declining days. * ; At this season, the lake of Geneva, always attractive, is beautiful in the extreme. If

"The wintry blast—the billowy main—
The drenching showers—the deluged plain—
The drifting snows—the icy air —
■ The hand Omnipotent declare:"

yet, amid these enchanting scenes, and in the fall of the year more especially,

"The moveless calm—the balmy breeze—
The waving fields—the fruitful trees—
The cloudless heaven—the genial day—
The hand Beneficent display."

The foliage that covers the sides, and crowns the summits of the hills that en

viron it, exchanging a mantle of green for one of a brighter, but more mournfully-interesting colour*—the pendant woods, given back, to the eye in the clear mirror below, with the songs of their feathered inhabitants, now borne less frequent, and with a note more melancholy, to the ear—the flocks browsing on the steep, and the shrill call of the shepherd-boy, reverberating anon in long echoes among the surrounding rocks— the cottage embosomed by the trees, and peeping throughsome opening midway up the hill—to a busy imagination an abode, where early innocency might dwell, removed from the snares and temptations, the din and bustle, of an evil and a jarring world—the gently-breathing gale, scented with the delicate odours of autumnal flowers, blended with the rich aroma of the wild thyme from the upland pastures—the deep hue that overhangs the mountains of the distance—the unruffled placidity of the blue pellucid

• This description refers more particularly to the upper parts of the lake.

wave—the vineyards that clothe its banks, now ripening fast for the wine-press, with the cornfields slowly waving their yellowing harvest in the wind—the majesty of the neighbouring heights—the solemn stillness, as if you stood alone in the midst of creation, that reigns around—combine to impart to this delightful spot a character, almost more than earthly.

"Oh! 'tis a scene that might convey
The tranced spirit quite away,
,. ,•: , Or steal the thoughts, or bid them roll

More heavenly through th' absorbed soul:
A scene it is, well-pleased the while,
An angel might behold and smile."

Nor could its attractions pass unnoticed before the tutored view of Emily. She had long held sweet and intimate communion with her unseen Parent through 'the works of his hands,' and she could not, even now, be indifferent to the beauties which invited her attention, though her eye was fading, and so soon to close for ever on terrestrial objects. She felt a sacred and refined pleasure in looking on what had so frequently afforded

her grateful subject of meditation in days of health. To her indeed they were altered; but i,t was only as bearing irj them less of earth, and more of heaven. As stye approached the confines of immortality? every thing that came from God, seeme/d £o have more of the Divine image in it, and drew her nearer and closer to Him from whom it emanated. She surveyed, in all, some proof of His power to save -—some testimony of the love that hadredeemed her. "Thou art my deliverer," she would exclaim at times with indescribable animation; "my rock, and my fortress: in Thee wi!^ I trust—yea, I will trust and not be afraid; for, though ,thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortest me."

On one occasion, after haying enumerated with lively emotion, many of the unmerited kindnesses which had followed her, she said; "I have been doubtful, at intervals, whether I was in the body or ou<t of it, so much has my mind risen above the material world. How often have I here had sweet

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