Many thousands have visited that grave and gazed with tender admiration on the exquisite marble medallion of the childface,--by the sculptor, Charles Calverley,--which adorns the monument.
Fourteen years afterwards, in the autumn of 1881, "the four corners of my house were smitten" again with a heart-breaking bereavement in the death, by typhoid fever, of our second daughter, Louise Ledyard Cuyler, at the age of twenty-two, who possessed a most inexpressible beauty of person and character.

Her playful humor, her fascinating charm of manner, and her many noble qualities drew to her the admiration of a large circle of friends, as well as the pride of our parental hearts.
After her departure I wrote, through many tears, a small volume entitled "_God's Light on Dark Clouds,"_ with the hope that it might bring some rays of comfort into those homes that were shadowed in grief.

Judging from the numberless letters that have come to me I cannot but believe that, of all the volumes which I have written, this one has been the most honored of God as a message-bearer to that largest of all households--the household of the sorrowing.

Let me add that I have published a single volume of sermons, entitled "The Eagle's Nest," and a volume of foreign travel, "From the Nile to Norway"; but all the remainder of my score of volumes have been of a practical and devotional character.

Of the twenty-two volumes that I have written, six have been translated into Swedish, and two into the language of my Dutch ancestors.