It seemed to stand at _this_ moment as a peculiar witness for those truths which its lines proclaimed to every passing reader.

Such an association of objects produced a powerful effect on my thoughts.
The evening was serene--nothing occurred to interrupt the quiet solemnity of the occasion.
"Peace" was the last word little Jane uttered while living; and peace seemed to be inscribed on the farewell scene of the grave where she was laid.

A grateful remembrance of that peace revives in my own mind, as I write these memorials of it; and oh, may that peace which passeth all understanding be in its most perfect exercise, when I shall meet her again at the last day! Attachment to the spot where this young Christian lay, induced me to plant a yew-tree close by the head of her grave, adjoining the eastern wall of the church.

I designed it as an evergreen monument of one who was dear to memory.

The young plant appeared healthy for a while, and promised by its outward vigour long to retain its station.