The birds were beginning their songs, and seemed ready to welcome the sun's approach.

The dew plentifully covered the fields, and hung suspended in drops from the trees and hedges.

A few early labourers appeared in the lanes, travelling towards the scene of their daily occupations.
All besides was still and calm.

My mind, as I proceeded, was deeply exercised by thoughts concerning the affecting event which I expected soon to witness.
The rays of the morning star were not so beautiful in my sight, as the spiritual lustre of this young Christian's character.

"Her night was far spent;" the morning of a "better day was at hand." The sun of eternal blessedness was ready to break upon her soul with rising glory.