"Only a woman, and I could not find The quiet household life that women know; So too, my part where there were sheaves to bind, Not much, perhaps, but more than I could do. My tired feet failed me in the harvest lands, My ripened grain but half-way reaped across; And, where it dropped from over-wearied hands, My best sheaf lies half bound for winds to toss." Instead, may you continue your work till eventide. Who can tell, when a mind gives up its beliefs, where it will stop? I seem to believe nothing, unless it is in the Supreme Good, whatever that is,--and my religion, to live the best life I know. The Orthodox preachers say if one strays from the "path," or "back-slides," they are always uneasy and unhappy. How different my experience is! How glad I am to have escaped the little enclosure of dogma, and to stand "far indeed from being wise, but free to learn"! Hoping this will find you in good health and spirits, I remain Your friend A---- C---- After hearing of Miss Ellis's death, she wrote: "Received your postal. Have also received Unitarian papers, and Miss Ellis's memorial, which last I will store among my treasured mementos. How beautiful her life was! Though never having seen her, she will be treasured in my memory as a dear friend. She has sent me almost all the pamphlets, I suppose, that have been written for the purpose of distributing. Having a large family, they have been read and reread, and handed to neighbors and friends. One has no idea how many they will reach, or how much they influence; and yet there is so much prejudice against Unitarians among Orthodox Christians, some would take it as an insult to offer them one of the pamphlets. In our little village the 'United Brethren' have been holding meetings day and night for three weeks, and oh! how they do preach hell, and pray publicly for 'that lady that is leading her daughters down to hell,' simply because she does not believe as they do. I have more tolerance for them than they have for me. I think there are some people they will reach and do good, as I presume the Rev. Sam Jones is doing in Cincinnati." The following letter to Miss Ellis from a poor old woman to whom she wrote, sent papers and other aid, for several years, is given _verbatim_, to illustrate the range of her sympathies. This letter was also written after Miss Ellis's death:--