Miss Elsie Day, of the Grey Coat Hospital, Westminster, adds a very interesting fact in the history of the Association; as, after the expression of personal grief, she says— “She was emphatically the mother of the head-mistresses. We looked to no one, as we did to her, for wise and loving help. For myself, I can only say I have loved her for twenty years. “What I am anxious for is, that in any notice of her, when it would be suitable, it should be mentioned that it was at her request that, when the Head-mistresses’ Association met here, in 1885, there was a special celebration for the Association. She wrote in the sweetest and most modest way, asking me if I saw my way to it, and Canon Furse celebrated at my request. Such an early celebration has been held and much appreciated almost every year since. “It is because I believe that I have had the credit of initiating this that I am desirous that it should be known that, although I made the arrangements, the thought was hers. We want to help the younger heads to realize her beautiful unwitting saintliness.” Another friend among the head-mistresses, whom she often visited, tells how at night Miss Buss liked that they should kneel down, and together say the _Veni Creator_.[15] Footnote 15: This simplicity and devoutness are well shown in a letter to my father, in reply to a poem which he had sent her. He was for many years an invalid, and Miss Buss kept him in constant remembrance in sending flowers or books. She knew that she was never forgotten in his prayers— “Myra Lodge, December 4, 1883. “DEAR MR. RIDLEY, “It is very good of you to write to me, and I shall take great care of your letter. Miss Hickey’s poem is very beautiful and suggestive. In my intensely active life I do feel, at times especially, the need of spiritual uplifting. Early last week, before your letter came, I had felt this from joining a communion service in the house of a dear friend, whose only child, a grown-up son, was dangerously ill. “I know very little of thought-transference, but I wonder whether in some wonderful and mysterious way this craving was made known to you. “With my love and earnest thanks, “Believe me, dear Mr. Ridley, “Yours most truly, “FRANCES M. BUSS.” Those who knew her best know best the force of the description given of her by her friend Miss Beale in her deeply appreciative sketch[16]— Footnote 16: _Guardian_, January 9, 1895. “_How_ full of prayer was her life only a few intimate friends know; one felt that for her the words were true, ‘They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength;’ and one is glad to think that these words are in a higher sense true for her now—