peace and joy of heaven flooded her soul; and from that hour her communion with her Lord was so sweet that she kissed the walls of her dungeon before she was led forth to her trial. On that day (September 19) she wrote her exquisite prison song, "Best beloved of my soul," and sent it to her father. It was sung, while she was still in prison, at a great meeting for prayer, in Exeter Hall, at which Mrs. Butler spoke. It was first written in French, the language in which she now habitually thought, and translated by herself into English. The latter is well-known, and many readers will be glad to have the French. O Toi que mon âme adore, Je ne suis pas seule ici, Car je T’y retrouve encore, Et je suis au ciel ainsi, Ma vie est à Ton service, Je T’appartiens sans retour; Corps et âme en sacrifice, Je Te suivrai nuit et jour. Combattons dans la souffrance, Et les yeux baignés de pleurs; Bien près est la délivrance, Voici l’Homme de douleurs! Sa voix chasse ma tristesse, Mon chagrin s’est dissipé; Je chante avec allégresse, Mon cachot est transformé! Au milieu de la tempête Rien ne peut troubler ma paix; Son amour que rien n’arrête Peut me garder à jamais. Le combat est dur, terrible, L’enfer rugit contre nous; Mais l’Armée est invincible: Avec Dieu nous vaincrons tout. During the twelve days of her imprisonment the Maréchale received many letters of sympathy and good cheer from Swiss friends, whose words proved to her how deep and real had been the work of the _Armée du Salut_ in the country. One of the most interesting was signed by seventy-two mothers, who bore glad testimony to the conversion of their sons and daughters, and two more were signed by a number of wives praising God for the conversion of their husbands.