CHAPTER IX. —Emily.
"I see thy fair expanding mind,
A precious blossom parcel—blown,
Not with the young man's ardent rage,
But with a gentler radiance all thy own.
Fixed now on history's fabled page,
Now on the bard's diviner thought,
And now by some sweet music stirred,
Deeper than any spoken word
Or sweet love-story soft as southern wind."
A MEMBER of the family writing of Emily, says: "Emily, like John, took delight in studying. She had been an ardent Christian since early girl- hood, doing much good in Sabbath School, &c. She was so circumspect that the deacon of her church used to point to her as worthy of imitation in dress, manner, culture, and devoutness. She also faithfully performed what duties were assigned her in the household. But all work requiring muscular energy was distressful to her owing to spinal trouble. So housework and study proved too much for Emily, her health broke down under the strain. At twenty two she beame an invalid; at thirty four she died.
Hers was a charming personality. In her early teens she was converted, spending much time in prayer and reading religious books. But she was not satisfied at that, she wanted to make public confess- ion of her Savior, and join the chapel worshippers. The mother, and the sister next to her, thought this would lessen the family prestige; so Emily's idea was flouted, and she suffered persecution for awhile. This made her all the more desirous to unite with the people of God. Her father was appealed to, and his reply was—'Yes, let her join, there is liberty of
