We also learned of the death of Mrs. P., wife of Captain P., at this island. The deceased had resided on Nantucket, where she was esteemed by all who knew her as one of those kind ministering spirits who soothe the distressed, comfort the mourner, and alleviate the wants of the poor as far as lies in their power; in short, one of those few persons who are universally beloved by all. Her health being very poor, it was thought a sea-voyage would be beneficial to her; accordingly, she accompanied her husband, who was master of a whaler. After some months, perceiving the health of his wife to be failing, he steered for Pitcairn’s Island. Arriving there, she went on shore in excellent spirits; and, after remaining some days, Captain P., finding that she rapidly regained her health, took an affectionate leave for a short cruise. As soon as the excitement connected with coming on shore had subsided, she commenced failing again, and in a short time her soul took its flight to that better and brighter world, where “all is joy, and peace, and love,” to receive the happy reward which is promised to those who love GOD; leaving as a legacy the following lines, written while on her death-bed, her form racked with pain, but her soul calm and clear as a summer’s morn: TO MY HUSBAND. “Farewell, my husband; the cold hand of death, So long extended, now arrests my breath; I feel the imperious mandate, and comply, For not to-day have I just learned to die. My days of suffering and my nights of pain, I thank my GOD, have not been sent in vain; My faith is strong; in Jesus I confide— I know that I shall live, for He hath died. Yes, my dear husband; though this wasted form Must mingle with the dust and feed the worm, Yet when a few short years at most are o’er, Then shall we meet, I trust, to part no more. Then moderate your grief; and though your tears May fall, as memory calls to mind past years, Yet ever in your breast this hope retain, ‘My transient loss is her eternal gain.’ That you have loved me with unfailing love, Our wedded life most ever loudly prove; In health or sickness, ever still the same— To please, to soothe, and comfort, all your aim. That you will mourn my loss I feel assured, But let that loss with patience be endured. And now to GOD, my Father and my Friend, To Jesus, on whose merits I depend, I would commend thee while yet my strength remain— Farewell, beloved, until we meet again.” Her body was attended to its final resting-place with great solemnity. The wild winds chant their mournful requiem over her grave, accompanied by the never-ceasing roar of old ocean, as she dashes against the rocky shores of this lovely Pacific isle.