The following elegiac lines, composed by one of her Christian friends, were sent to her on the occasion.

Ye tender souls whose wounded bosoms know,
The last extreme of matrimonial woe;
You who have felt the agonizing stroke,
When death's dread shaft the tenderest union
broke;

You only know the anguish-you can tell,
By sympathy, the dreadful pangs I feel.

Sweet were the rolling hours, and months, and years,

When with my partner thro' this vale of tears, I trod the varied path--if pressed with grief, Divided sorrow found in love relief;

If smiling pleasure crown'd the joyful hour, Communication added to its power. Reverberated scenes of pure delight,

Wound up the strings of pleasure to their height.

But O! no more!-the hand of death lets fall
The awful curtain-the funereal pail
Shuts up the scene-beneath its solemn shade,
He's to the appointed home for all convey'd.
There be shall sweetly slumber in the dust,
Till the last trumpet shall awake the just.

Hence I must walk life's gloomy path alone,
Since my lov'd partner is forever gone.
Ha! gone forever-O! that dreadful sound,
Shoots thro' my soul, and opens every wound

Without one parting word! one last farewell,
His lips by death's irrevocable seal
Shut in eternal silence ?-clos'd his eyes
In everlasting shade ?—No, he shall rise,
And in his flesh with joy behold his God,
When his Redeemer comes, (whose precious
blood

Bought peace and pardon for rebellious men,
When pour'd out on the cross.)-Yea he shall

reign

With him forever. In this blessed hope,
He joyful liv'd-supported by this prop,
Peaceful he died.-"Tis the true Christian's
bliss,

To live in comfort, and to die in peace.

Shall I then mourn because the signal's given,
For him to change this sinful world for heaven ?
Shall I repine at my Redeemer's will,

And groan discordant when I should be still P
Be still, and know that he is God alone,
And acquiescing say, Thy will be done.

Hush then my grief, my tears forbear to flow,
My tears are impious, impious is my woe.
Blessed be God, that he so long has lent,
So rich a blessing, which at first he sent ;
Forever blessed be our gracious Lord,
Who does such comfort in distress afford.
The hour approaches on the wings of love,
When we shall meet in the bright world above,
In endless union-hand in hand adore

The God that join'd us, then to part no more.
Responsive to the universal joy,

While Alleluias all our tongues employ.

Many months had not elapsed from the death of Mr. Waters, when another trial, wholly unexpected, came upon her. Her husband, though, as intimated before, not affluent, had acquired by diligent attention to business, that competence, which the poet says, and which experience proves, "is vital to content." And as her family was small, and her wants were few, it was supposed that after the settlement of his affairs, sufficient would be left for her comfortable maintenance through life. Of this she had no doubt herself. What then must have been her disappointment and grief, when informed, as she was, even before her funereal weeds were laid aside, that her property was gone-wholly gone! and that the hardships of penury, must henceforth be added to the distresses of widowhood!

Now, methinks, that patience and devout resignation to the will of God, which she had so wonderfully manifested under former calamities, will fail; and we shall hear her protesting in the bitterness of unmingled grief, that her sufferings are greater than she can bear.

But no.

In this, as in every other afflic tion that had befallen her, she recogniz ed the hand of God-her covenantkeeping God; and doubted not, that the same grace which had supported her in six, would prove sufficient for her, in seven troubles..

In all my acquaintance with Mrs. Waters, I never heard her contrast her condition in a pecuniary respect, with what it formerly was, but in a single instance; and then, only for the purpose of attesting to the faithfulness of God, in providing for her wants-in keeping her " barrel of meal and her cruise of oil" supplied. "From the time," said she, "that my Heavenly Father was pleased to deprive me of my property, I never once looked back upon it with regret, or with a wish to recover it. I knew he was able to make up for the loss in something better-in" bags that wax not old; a treasure in the heavens that faileth not." I fully believed that he would. And I have not been disappointed. I can truly bless him for that, as well as every other dispensation of his providence. I can see nothing but wisdom and good.

ness, in all the way in which I have been led."

The peculiar, and most distressing reverses which Mrs. Waters experienced, prepared her to enter with lively interest into the feelings of others in affliction; and contributed to render her, what she eminently was, a daughter of consolation. Many, yet on earth; many more, I doubt not, now in heaven, can bear witness to her instructive and soothing conversation, when the rod of God was upon them; and will have reason forever to bless his name, for sending them such a friend-one who had felt herself, the sorrows which she condoled; and exemplified the virtues-the passive virtues which she recommended.

Mrs. Waters was distinguished as a peace-maker-a repairer of domestic breaches. Whenever she heard of any` differences existing in the circle of her friends, she applied herself immediately to remove them and so judicious, tender, and conciliatory, was her conduct on these occasions, that it seldom failed of the desired success. Indeed, so noted was she for this most honorable