While she lay on her deathbed, she resumed the exercise of a talent she had occasionally practised before in her moments of leisure--the composition of sacred poetry.

As works of art, they may not excite admiration; yet never were verses written truer in spirit, or fuller of Christian love.

But her own life was a nobler poem than any she ever wrote--full of true courage, perseverance, charity, and wisdom.

It was indeed a commentary upon her own words: "The high desire that others may be blest Savours of heaven.".