begun to read the Bible in course, and has read partly through the Memoirs of Miss Caroline Smelt. When I wrote to you last, I was in a declining state of health, and for that reason I left my studies to have more exercise. The Lord has been pleased to restore me to my usual health, and I now feel pretty well.

I spent two months in Huntsville, last spring, in the family of Dr. Campbell. Mrs. is a very pious and engaged Christian. I became acquainted with several pious families in Huntsville, who, I believe, feel interested in the cause of missions. The pious ladies made up clothing for the children in Creek-Path. We hope this is only the beginning of a missionary spirit in that place,

I am glad to tell you, that our female Society is growing in its numbers. We have collected nearly double the sum this year that we did last, The Society has concluded to send our money for this year to the Arkansas mission.

I am glad the people are so willing to assist in advancing the Redeemer's kingdom in our heathen land. May the glorious period soon arrive, when all the nations of the earth shall be brought to the knowledge of the truth as it is in Jesus. Oh, dear brother, though we are widely separated in person yet we are near in spirit, and can unite our prayers for the approach of this happy day.

O let us do with our might what our hands find to do. I am now in my little study. I have

spent in this room many happy hours in prayer to my Heavenly Father. But Oh, how cold and stupid my heart is! How little I feel for the salvation of souls!

Oh, for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
And light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.

Please to write soon, and tell me every thing respecting your present situation.

CATHARINE BROWN.

My dear brother David,

TO THE SAME.

Brainerd, Feb. 10, 1823.

I AM at Brainerd, on a visit from CreekPath. My heart is filled with gratitude to God, in being permitted to see these dear missionaries once more, and unite with them in praise to our Lord and Saviour. I feel truly attached to Brainerd, where I first found the Saviour; and O how I love the dear sisters, with whom I have spent many happy hours, both in school, and in walking to the house of worship. But those happy hours are past. We must be contented, and look forward to that day when we shall meet to part no more.

I left home last week, in company with Mr. Boudinot, and sister Susan. Hope my journey

will be beneficial to my health. If our dear father and mother are willing, I intend to pursue study again, as soon as I return home.

There is some seriousness among the people in our neighbourhood. Several are very anxious to receive religious instruction. When I return, I think I shall make it my business to go round, once in two weeks, to read and explain the Scriptures to the females.

I cannot but hope the Lord will continue to have mercy on our people, and will bring many to the knowledge of the truth as it is in Jesus.

I hope you will write to our dear parents soon. They are always happy to hear from From your affectionate sister CATHARINE BROWN.

you.

CHAPTER V.

HER SICKNESS AND DEATH.

Brief agitations of her mind.-Her love for her people.-Is visited by Dr. Campbell.-Letter to Mrs. Campbell.-Alarming symptoms in her disease.-Her resignation and consolations.-Dr. Campbell advises her removal to Limestone.-State of her mind at this time.Strong manifestations of affection for her at Creek-Path.-Account of her removal.-Temporary improvement in her health.-Dictates a letter to her brother David.-Hopes of her recovery relinquished.— This fact stated to her father and herself. Her last hours, death, and burial.-Monument over her grave.

AFTER Catharine returned from Brainerd, she seems generally to have considered her removal from the world as not very distant, and to have spent much time in reflecting on death and its consequences. These subjects she not unfrequently made the topics of conversation. An instance of this kind is described by Mrs. Potter.

"Entering her room one evening, at an early hour, I found she had retired with unusual debility. She requested me to read, from some medical author, the symptoms of consumption. I complied; and, after comparing them with her

own, she expressed a belief, that she had that disease. I inquired what were her feelings in view of this conclusion. She replied, with tears, 'I am not prepared to die.' You have a hope, I said, of happiness beyond the grave? Yes, I have a hope resting on the promises of the Saviour; but I have been unfaithful!'

"We were both too much affected to say more, and remained for some time silent. At length Catharine sweetly raised her voice, and said 'Sister Potter how beautiful is this hymn;' and then she repeated

"Why should we start and fear to die!
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

"The pains, and groans, and dying strife
Fright our approaching souls away,
Still we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.

"Oh, if my Lord would come and meet,

My soul should stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

'Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,

While on his breast I lean my head,

And breathe my life out sweetly there.'

"I inquired if she could adopt this as the language of her heart, and she answered with great meekness, that she hoped she could."

It does not appear, that, after this, her mind was again seriously disturbed by apprehensions respecting her own future well-being.