It was not alone on heathen minds that Mrs. Judson produced a pleasant influence. The English residents at Tavoy, Maulmain, and Calcutta remember her with affectionate interest. Many of them have in their houses or about their persons the tokens of her kindness; and not a few can look back to hours of sickness and affliction when a gentle hand smoothed the pillow and a kind voice whispered in the ear words of hope and heaven. Often did she meet in the praying circle with those who, like her, were far from home, and exhort them to love and serve God; and in obedience to her kind instructions many sought and found the Savior. For a prayer meeting of mothers she wrote a beautiful hymn, which appeared in a journal in our country, which is truly touching and beautiful. It is as follows:-- "Lamb of God, enthroned on high, Look on us with pitying eye While we raise our earnest cry For our babes to thee. Once thy followers infants spurned; But thy bosom o'er them yearned, Nor from Canaan's daughters turned Thy all-pitying eye. Thou didst give our spirits rest, "When with sin and grief oppressed, In thy gentle, loving breast: Shelter, then, our babes. Breath divine they breathe, and wear God's own image; yet they bear Sin and guilt a fearful share: Pity them, we pray. Guide and guard them here below, As through dangerous paths they go; Be their joy'mid earthly woe-- Thou, their heavenly Friend. When, to call thy children home, Robed in glory thou shalt come, For these little ones make room, Lamb of God, we pray." Her union with Dr. Judson was a happy one. Four little babes were born unto them ere the mother was called to try the realities of that world where there are no separations. In the care and culture of these much of her time was necessarily spent; and so excessive and fatiguing were her labors that she soon began to sink under them. After the birth of her last child, which was born in December, 1844, it became evident to her husband that he was soon to be left alone. The wasting disease made its appearance, and the pale form bowed beneath it. Her kind and experienced physicians, as a last resort, recommended a voyage to America; and, after much consideration and prayer, she determined to turn her back on Burmah and once more visit the land of her nativity. A passage to this country was immediately secured; and, in company with her husband, she set sail in the early part of 1845. They had no sooner embarked than her health began to amend; and when they reached the Isle of France Dr. Judson determined to return to his labors, and leave his companion to visit America alone. They made their arrangements to part--the one to labor and faint, the other to greet kind friends in an often-remembered land. On the Isle of France the beautiful poem, commencing,-- "We part on this green islet, love,"--