The wounded heart was destined to bleed afresh. Before we reached Lexington, Leila Thalia sickened and died. We procured a little coffin at Louisville, and brought "the beautiful clay" along with us for interment. For said the mother:

"I want her buried where I may visit her grave; and when the flowers blossom in the spring, I will go there and weep; and then the sweet little spirit will come and kiss away my tears!"

Ah! she knew not that in three short weeks the bloom of an eternal spring would bless her vision, and God wipe away all tears from her eyes!

Arriving in Lexington on the second of December, we were cordially received by Mr. and Mrs. Kennard. For their kind offices to the deceased, and their tender sympathies with the bereft, the author would here gratefully record his obligations to this excellent family. May they "be rewarded in the resurrection of the just!"

We had scarcely entered the house, when we were visited by her brother Thales. He had been in the city several days, anxiously awaiting our arrival. This unexpected joy contributed not a little to sustain the gentle sufferer for a season. But when the pleasant excitement subsided, she took her bed, and never rose again. It now became evident that she was sinking rapidly to her final rest. Friendship, sympathy, medical skill, were all of no avail. A stethescopic examination resulted in the

assurance that her left lung was incurably diseased. Ten days before her death she asked:

"What does the doctor think? Can I last till spring?"

I hesitated to answer, and she added:

"You need not fear to tell me. If I knew I must die to-morrow, I should not be alarmed."

I then gave her the statement of her physician; to which she replied:

“Well, the Lord's will be done! I have no fear of death, no doubt of my ultimate salvation. I have resigned all things into the hands of my Redeemer. Living or dying, I am the Lord's."

The next day she recurred again to the subject; and, after considerable conversation, added with a delightful emphasis :

“Well, I have lived a happy life. I have had my share of earthly enjoyment. Till dear Felicia left us, I scarcely knew sorrow. O, that was a dreadful stroke! I am resigned now. There is a

better world, where the flowers never fade, and our loved ones will be always with us. That will be my home, and you will soon meet me there. I am content to die."

This sweet confidence and calm submission continued through all her mortal sufferings, and increased as she drew near the close. Frequently she would say:

"Come C., sing to me. Sing of Jesus. Sing of heaven."

Thus, in its twenty-eighth year, terminated the mortal pilgrimage of Leila Adaline Lindsley Cross. Farewell, dear saint, farewell! Not without hope do we mourn thy early departure! Emulating the purity of thy life, encouraged by the peacefulness of thy death, and trusting in the mercy of a common Savior, we hope to meet thee where our fellowship shall be eternal, and "the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick!"

PENCILINGS.

PRELUDE.

MANY of the following Pencilings might have been included in the preceding Portraiture. It was thought desirable, however, to avoid prolixity; and nothing has been inserted, that seemed not essential to the completeness of the picture.

Most of these sketches, the Epistolary and the Poetic excepted, are mere excerpts from Mrs. Cross' diary. They would have added nothing to the narrative, but were deemed too beautiful for oblivion. It is believed that their detachment will not detract materially from their value, while it is hoped that their publication will add much to the interest of the volume. The dates prefixed to them respectively will indicate to the reader the proper points of their connection with the foregoing history of their author. It would have been easy to enlarge the selection, but a few masses of the ore are sufficient to show the richness of the mine.

EPISTOLARY PENCILINGS.

I. TO ANSON, AT THE G. W. SEM.

HOME, NOV. 21, 1842.

MY DEAR BROTHER,-Yours arrived just in time to avert the castigation I was about to inflict upon you, for running off from Mrs. Brown's without bidding me "good bye;" and though I had formed the determination of scolding you for that dereliction, all was forgotten in the perusal of your letter.

I was pleased with the miniature you drew of our family circle; yet the picture was not complete. There was one absent, that we were wont to see at the table, looking as grave as a Quaker! But I shall not tell you that we ever miss or think of you, though mother sometimes wonders where "Anty" is, as if she did not know you were pushing on in learning's bright career!

You must not expect the life of a student to be all sunshine; it is the shower that vivifies and refreshes the earth. Composition and speaking will be the great Thermopyla of your school life; but dispute the pass manfully, and you will be victorious! Do not despond if your essays are criticised severely.