"In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes; But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downwards from the skies, To darkness, fire, and pain "Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Let stubborn sinners fear; You must be driven from earth, and dwell A long Forever there! "See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face; And thou, my soul, look downward too, And sing recovering grace. "He is a God of sov'reign love, Who promised heaven to me, And taught my thoughts to soar above, Where happy spirits be. "Prepare me, Lord for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day, Come, death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away." After repeating this hymn, she folded her hands across her breast, and then closed her eyes for ever. Having led my readers to the close of Lovina's life, I shall return to Lovisa, of whom there only remains the closing scene of her earthly career. In the course of a few months subsequent to the death of sister Lovina, my father received a letter from South Hadley, stating that Lovisa was very low of the consumption, and that she earnestly desired him to come and see her as soon as possible, as she expected to live but a short time. My father set out immediately, and when he arrived there, he found her in rather better health than he expected. In a few days after he got there, she resolved in her heart to return with him at all hazards. To this her father unwillingly consented, and, after making the requisite preparations, they started for Gilsum. They traveled about four miles, and came to an inn kept by a man by the name of Taff. Here her father halted, and asked her if she did not wish to tarry a short time to rest herself. She replied in the affirmative. By the assistance of the landlord, she was presently seated in an easy chair. My father then stepped into the next room to procure a little water and wine for her. He was absent but a moment; however, when he returned it was too late, her spirit had fled from its earthly tabernacle to return no more, until recalled by the trump of the archangel. My father immediately addressed a letter to mother, informing her of Lovisa's death, lest the shock of seeing the corpse unexpectedly should overcome her. And as soon as he could get a coffin, he proceeded on his journey for Gilsum, a distance of fifty miles. She was buried by the side of her Sister Lovina, according to her own request. The following is part of a hymn composed by herself, a few days previous to her decease:-- Lord, may my thoughts be turned to thee-- Lift thou my heavy soul on high; Wilt thou, O Lord, return to me In mercy, Father, ere I die! My soaring thoughts now rise above-- Oh fill my soul with heavenly love.