Thus was this humble band of female friends honoured, by anointing as it were the body, beforehand, to the burial. And I doubt not that her prayer was heard, and will be answered in their abundant reward. The last visit I had from her was in the summer of 1818. She had attended a funeral, and returning, called at my cottage. She complained of great weariness, and pain in her limbs, and showed me her feet, which were much swollen. I inquired the cause: "O!" said she, with a serene smile, "Death comes creeping on. I think in grave-yard to day, Sarah must lie here soon."

"Well, are you willing to die? Do you feel ready?" "O! I hope, Misse, if my bad heart tell true, I willing and ready to do just as Jesus bidme; if He say, 'You must die,' I glad to go be with Him; if He say, 'Live and suffer great deal more,' then I willing do that; I think Jesus know best. Sometime I get such look of heaven, I long go see Jesus; see happy angel, see holy saintthrow away my bad heart, lay down my old body, and go where I no sin. Then I tell Jesus'; He say: 'Sarah, I prepare a place for you, then I come take you to myself.' Then I be quite like child, don't want to go till He call me.'

Much more she said upon this interesting subject, which indicated a soul ripe for heavenly glories. When we parted, I thought it very

doubtful whether we should ever meet again below. In the course of three weeks from that time, I heard that Sarah was no more.

Thus, while the pen of many a ready writer is employed in imparting instruction, reproof, or correction, to the rising, or risen generation; while the deeds of the mighty are recorded with splendour, the exploits of the heroes proclaimed from the house tops, and the virtues and charities of God's people are exhibited, that others may see their good works and glorify their Father who is in heaven, I would, according to my humble ability, snatch from oblivion the example of one, who, though scorned by the proud, and overlooked by the great, yet was known and beloved by an humble few; and by them the grace of God was magnified on her account.

ALICE, THE NEGRO.

About the year 1802, died, in Pennsylvania, a female slave, named Alice, aged one hundred and sixteen years. She was born in Philadelphia, of parents who came from Barbadoes, and lived there till she was ten years old; when she was removed to Dunk's Ferry, about seventeen miles up the Delaware river, near which she lived till the end of her days.

A short time before her death, she paid a visit

to her native city. Many respectable persons called to see her, who were pleased with her innocent cheerfulness, and that dignified deportment, for which, though a slave and uninstructed, she was remarkable.

She was a worthy member of the Episcopal society, and attended their public worship as long as she lived: indeed she was so zealous to perform this duty in proper time, that she has often been met on horse-back, galloping to the church, when she was ninety-five years old.

The veneration she had for the Bible, made her lament that she was not able to read it: but this deficiency was in part supplied by the kindness of many of her friends, who, at her request, would read it to her; when she would listen with great attention, and often make suitable remarks.

She was temperate in her living, and so careful not to tell an untruth, that her veracity was never questioned; and her master had such confidence in her honesty, that she was at all times trusted to receive the ferriage money, for upwards of forty years.

When she was one hundred years old; the last of her teeth dropt out. She also about that time became blind, so that she could not see the sun at noon-day: but being used to constant employment, though her last master excused her from her usual labour, yet she did not like to be

idle; for she afterwards devoted her time to fishing, at which she was very expert; and even’ when blind, she would frequently row herself in a boat to the middle of the stream, from which she seldom returned without a handsome supply of fish for her master's table.

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About the hundred and second year of her age, her sight gradually recovered a little, so that she could see objects moving before her. She retained her hearing to the end of her life; and before she died, her hair became perfectly white...

The honesty, love of truth, veneration for the Holy Scriptures, attention to religious worship, temperance, and industry, of this poor slave, should be a lesson to us; and if we admire her character-if we ourselves wish to become good -let us attend to the good Spirit, the Spirit of Christ in our hearts, which reproves us, and makes us feel unhappy when we do wrong; but which, when we mind its reproofs, and humbly endeavour to do what we know is right, gives us that peace of mind the world cannot give, neither can it take away.

THE GENEROUS NEGRO.

JOSEPH RACHEL, a respectable negro, resided in the island of Barbadoes. He was a trader, and dealt chiefly in the retail way. In

his business he conducted himself so fairly and complaisantly, that, in a town filled with little pedling shops, his doors were thronged with customers. Almost all dealt with him, and ever found him remarkably honest and obliging.

If any one knew not where to abtain an article, Joseph would endeavour to procure it, without making any advantage for himself. In short, his character was so fair, his manners so generous, that the best people showed him a regard which they often deny to men of their own colour, because they are not blessed with the like goodness of heart.

In 1756 a fire happened, which burned down a great part of the town, and rained many of the inhabitants. Joseph lived in a quarter that escaped the destruction, and expressed his thankfulness by softening the distress of his neighbours. Among those who had lost their property by this heavy misfortune, was a man to whose family Joseph, in the early part of his life, owed some obligations.

This man, by too great hospitality, an excess very common in the West Indies, had involved himself in difficulties, before the fire happened; and his estate lying in houses, that event entirely ruined him. Amidst the cries of misery and want, which excited Joseph's compassion, this man's unfortunate situation claimed parti