MRS.

WOODS MEETS LITTLE ROLL OVER AGAIN.
One day Rev.Jason Lee came up from the Cascades, in a boat, to visit Mr.
and Mrs.Woods on their donation claim.

Mr.Lee at this tine was inspired with missionary zeal for the Indians, and he remembered Mrs.Woods kindly as an ignorant but earnest and teachable woman, whom the influence of his preaching had brought to his spiritual flock.

He knew her needs of counsel and help, he pitied her hard and lonely life, and he came to visit her from time to time.
He had once given her a copy of Wesley's Hymns, and these hymns she had unconsciously learned, and delighted to quote on all occasions.

Her favorite hymn in the collection was written by Thomas Olivers, one of Wesley's coadjutors, beginning-- "The God of Abrah'm praise." She used to sing it often about her work; and one approaching the cabin, might often have heard her trying to sing to the old Hebrew melody of _Leoniel_--a tune perhaps as old as the Jewish Temple itself--such sublime thoughts as these-- "The God of Abrah'm praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand; I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power; And him my only portion make, My shield and tower.
"He by himself hath sworn, I on his oath depend; I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend: I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, And sing the wonders of his grace Forever more." Another favorite hymn, in an easy metre, was John Wesley's triumphant review of life in his middle age.