The Sabbath-school was to her a most congenial sphere of usefulness, and to its labours she gave herself with full purpose of heart. She had a high idea of the importance of this work; spent much time in preparation for her class; and was an example of punctuality, regularity, kindness, and devotion. Her interest in her pupils was not confined to the hour spent with them on the Sabbath. She sought, in various ways, to win them to Christ, often calling the pen to her aid. Verily she believed that the whole Church was formed of individual members, and the whole tide of Christian exertion made up of single acts; just as the ocean is formed of drops, the globe of particles, and the nocturnal glory of single stars. Her sentiments were in harmony with the following inspiring verses:— “Go up and watch the new-born rill, Just bursting from its mossy bed; Streaking the heath-clad hill, With a bright emerald thread. Canst thou its bold career foretell, What rock it may o’erleap or rend; How far in ocean swell, Its freshening billows send? Perchance that little rill may flow The bulwark of some mighty realm— Bear navies to and fro, With monarchs at their helm. A pebble in the streamlet scant, Has turned the course of many a river; A dew-drop on the tiny plant, May warp the giant oak for ever.” _MISSIONARY LIFE._ Miss Fiske had the spirit of a missionary, before she had the most distant conception of ever being engaged in the work. Her missionary life would not suffer by comparison with that of the most devoted agents who ever entered the field. At Seir, the Lord gave her an earnest of the blessing He was about to bestow on her self-renouncing labours in Persia. When the intelligence was received by her of sixty young ladies who were unconverted at the time she left Mount Holyoke, and all but six of whom were now rejoicing in hope, she burst into a flood of grateful tears.