“There’s rest beneath the yew; I know

There’s deeper Rest in realms above;

The Saviour’s Arm the valley through

Will me uphold with strengthening love;

My hope His Righteousness; my buckler, faith;

Why should I fear to tread the shades of death?”

‘If this really be the darling’s last written stanza, what a touching interest it gives it!’

TO MISS B. F. TUCKER.

‘Sept. 9, 1867.