The latter injunction was with a view to lessening funeral expenses among Indian Christians generally, many of them being apt to spend heavily at such times. But the whole story is eminently characteristic. Many people shrink from the very mention of a coffin, because of its associations. Not so Charlotte Tucker! There was to her absolutely no sadness whatever in the thought of death. She looked forward to the day of her departure from earth as to a day of release from bondage, of an upward spring into a new and radiant life. It was a subject to be spoken of cheerily, and with a smile. Lo! then my Muse sat by, and smil'd, 彩票大网站有哪些 Lo! then my Muse sat by, and smil'd, 鈥楬e was weak in that, poor fellow. Having only one arm increases the difficulty. 鈥業 cannot help hoping very sincerely that Uncle St. G. may find a house near Bracknell, large enough to hold Aunt Fanny and myself, as well as his own party. Would it not be nice? But I am rather guarded about setting my heart on anything of the sort. Aunt Fanny would like it very much.... It would be like a haven to me. I think I know one young maiden who would not be sorry to have her old godmother within reach of a walk. But I am quietly waiting to see how things are arranged for me.... I have to manage things for Aunt Fanny, as well as for myself, just as if I were her husband. It is very new work to me. I am not, like your dear Mother, accustomed to think and arrange about a mass of property.鈥? ???Company, and sometimes Love: On first going to Batala Charlotte Tucker had had the idea in her mind of inaugurating there a sort of 鈥榋enana鈥橻309] of maiden Missionary ladies,鈥攁 close retreat, from which the foot of Man should be utterly and always excluded. Probably this was part of her desire to imitate the ways of Natives. Some judicious combating was needed to break her loose from it; though when once a gentleman-Missionary had actually arrived, theories went down before the spirit of hospitality. ???Methinks, I pity much the busy Town, The barren Region of my Breast, ???Enough, howe'er, to lead to Faith's true Road, Daresby. I鈥檒l not submit to such treatment. My name is ... Lo! then my Muse sat by, and smil'd, TO MISS L.V. TUCKER.