"Nothing," he says, "could be more satisfactory than his state of mind;" the Dean lost a kind Christian, attached and delightful friend.

"I was glad to be able to answer his scruples and fears about being an object of Christ's mercy and pardon." December 11, 1844, he lost his mother--"simple-minded," he says, "as a child.

Oh! what a break of the family circle! It seems as if the last link which bound us together were broken, and a point vanished round which we could always rally.

I went with Lauderdale to see the poor remains, so attenuated, and yet the countenance like itself, still beautiful, and fine features." The funeral made the Dean very sad.

She was followed to the grave by two sons, a son-in-law, two grandsons and distant cousins.