To her it was the manna of life, and it was fitting that her last years should have been spent in unselfish endeavor to extend its influence. Knowing how heartily she would have entered into the spirit of our meetings during this Conference, we cannot leave unsaid the word of tender remembrance which links her memory indissolubly with the work of our Women's Auxiliary Conference. The little band who are engaged in spreading the light of a higher faith, in lifting the load of crude ideas in regard to our relations to God and humanity, may surely feel that though our friend "has joined the choir invisible," yet her work "lives on in lives made better by her presence," still keeping alive the union with us who remain behind,--a help and incentive to continued progress. No better key-note of Miss Ellis's life can be given than in the words of a poem copied by her into her diary, January, 1881. It was taken from the "Woman's Journal," and was entitled:-- ACHIEVEMENT. Nothing noble, nothing great The world has ever known, But began a seed of thought In some generous nature sown. Any soul may rise to be A new saviour to its race; Every man and woman fills, Well or ill, a prophet's place. In our Now the Then lies folded, All its wealth, and all its power; From the promise of to-day Bursts to-morrow's perfect flower. Every deed of solid worth Helps the world to find its place; Every life of homely truth Raises higher all the race. "Ye are gods," the Scriptures saith; "Yea," our spirits make reply; Let us claim our birthright, then,-- Prove our high divinity. We too may be, if we will, Athlete winners every one, Conquerors of fate and chance, Lords of all beneath the sun. Let us thitherward aspire, Take whate'er we find to do, Making life what life was meant-- Something liberal, earnest, true! * * * * * University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge. End of Project Gutenberg's Miss Ellis's Mission, by Mary P. Wells Smith