home, that home now so desolate and dreary. Her spirit almost sunk as she crossed the threshold ; there was none to meet her; her husband, as usual, was away; she sought her chamber where she raised her heart in humble, fervent prayer.

From this time Emily strove to live the life of an humble follower of Jesus. She sought out the poor, the sorrowing, and the sinful. In chambers of sickness she was a welcome visitant, and the poor never passed her by unaided.

O, we can bear much, we can endure much, if at home there is but peace and happiness—if there is but one place where we can find rest. The world may look unkindly, fortune may go roughly with us, but if at home there is a kind voice and smile of affection, though it be but the voice and smile of a little child, if it is any thing that we love, and that loves us in return, we feel that we are not wholly miserable, and that life is not a burden.

But Emily had not this comfort. Man might have sought a recompense in the giddy world, in fame, or pleasure, but not so Emily. Some women with her means at disposal, would have given up their hearts to vain show and pleasure, and sought a kind of happiness in these hollow artifices, but not so Emily. She had no taste for these things, and then her heart was too much pierced with sorrow and affliction. She had chosen the wisest, yes, the