They buried her at Amherst, under the shadow of a lofty hopia tree; and in that lonely grave her form now reposes, heedless of what is passing on the earth. Her child, which died shortly after she was buried, is laid by her side; and on the sacred spot the traveller often pauses to think of one of the most devoted and self-sacrificing women whose names have been mentioned with gratitude by the virtuous and the good. A marble slab, presented by the ladies of America, marks the grave, and points it out to every stranger. On that slab is an inscription, a copy of which is on the opposite page. Here we pause. Such labors, such self-sacrifice, such sufferings need no tongue to speak their merits. The worth of Mrs. Judson is engraved upon the hearts of all who claim the Christian character. For her works' sake she is beloved; and as long as the church endures, she will be remembered by all its members. Like Mrs. Newell, her fame belongs [Illustration: ERECTED TO THE MEMORY of ANN H. JUDSON, MISSIONARY _of the Baptist General Convention in the United States to the_ BURMAN EMPIRE. She was born at Bradford, In the State of Massachusetts, North America, December 22, 1789. She arrived with her husband at Rangoon In July, 1813, And there commenced those MISSIONARY TOILS Which she sustained with such _Christian fortitude, decision, and perseverance_, Amid scenes of Civil commotion and personal affliction, As won for her Universal respect and affection. She died at Amherst, October 24, 1826.] not to one sect or party, but to all who love our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Like her she went out when but few were ready to bid her "God speed" or bestow their money for her support.