But it appears from the letters, that it must have been, so to speak, constitutional; or, perhaps, the deep pang of losing her two elder sisters combined with a permanent state of bodily weakness in producing her hopelessness.

If her trust in God had been less strong, she would have given way to unbounded anxiety, at many a period of her life.

As it was, we shall see, she made a great and successful effort to leave "her times in His hands." After her return home, she employed herself in teaching her sisters, over whom she had had superior advantages.

She writes thus, July 21st, 1832, of her course of life at the parsonage:-- "An account of one day is an account of all.

In the morning, from nine o'clock till half-past twelve, I instruct my sisters, and draw; then we walk till dinner-time.