This was her last meeting with this class before their transportation to Botany Bay, and was probably marked with an unusual degree of feeling. Earnestly, yet calmly, she counseled them, recapitulating and enforcing rules of duty and inducements to lead a new life. She harrowed up their minds by no allusion to past offenses. She pronounced no malediction. She besought them by the meekness and gentleness of Christ. She spoke of the trials that awaited them in their long voyage in the convict-ship, and their lot of servitude in a foreign clime; and exhorted them to persevere in the good resolutions they had formed, for their souls' sake, and for her sake, who, in teaching them, had become more and more their souls' friend. Every heart was bowed before her. Over the most rugged faces gushed floods of grief and penitence. Those who might have opposed to severity the rigidity of iron melted under her soft touches like snow to the sunbeam. Then I felt how glorious was this imitation of the redeeming love that came to seek and to save that which was lost. Then I realized that the purest natures are most pitiful; and that the mission of woman is, not to frown on guilt, but to uplift and persuade it to penitence.

Mrs. Sigourney.

SHE HATH FALLEN.

On her chain of life is rust,

On her spirit-wing is dust;

She hath let the spoiler in,

She hath mated her with sin,

She hath opened wide the door,
Crime has passed the threshold o'er.
Wherefore has she gone astray?
Stood Temptation in her way,
With its eyes so glittering bright,
Clothed in angel robes of white?

Pause, - her story soon is told:
Once a lamb within the fold,
Stranger voices lured her thence
In her spotless innocence.

Woe! She had not strength to keep
With the Shepherd of the sheep;
For the fleece, so spotless white,
Hence became the hue of night;
And she stood, in her despair,
Bleating for the Shepherd's care.

Woe!

that none might lead her back

From the bloodhounds on her track.

Hunger prowled about her path
With a wild hyena laugh;

Scorn came leaping from its lair
With defiant growl and stare;
And she grappled, all in vain,
With the fangs of Want and Pain:
Hope and Mercy shut the gate
On this heart so desolate.

So she turned again to Sin!
What had she to lose or win,
Resting on her life a stain
Deeper than the brand of Cain?
Heard she not a pitying tone
Weeping in her shame alone?
Was there not a human heart
In her anguish bore a part?
None to hold a beacon light
Up before her darkened sight?

Sisters, there is work to do;
Field of labor here for you :

Ye who pour the wine and oil,
Up! and rest not from your toil
Till the bruised and wounded heart,
Aching from the Tempter's dart,

Sore and weary with its pain,
Shall be bound and healed again;
Till, no more defiled by sin,
Like the pardoned Magdalen,
Kneeling in repentance sweet,
She may wash the Saviour's feet
With her tears, that, while they roll,

Blot the sin-stain from the soul.

Do ye ask for your reward?

Blest are they who serve the Lord.

Selected.

THE ANGEL-SIDE.

The huge rough stones from out the mine, Unsightly and unfair,

Have veins of purest metal hid

Beneath the surface there.

Few rocks so bare but to their hights
Some tiny moss-plant clings;
And on the peaks so desolate

The sea-bird sits and sings.
Believe me, too, that rugged souls
Beneath their rudeness hide
Much that is beautiful and good:

We've all our angel-side.

In all, there is an inner depth,

A far-off, secret way,

Where, through the windows of the soul,

God sends his smiling ray :

In every human heart there is

A faithful sounding chord

That may be struck, unknown to us,
By some sweet, loving word.
The wayward heart in vain may try
Its softer thoughts to hide,-
Some unexpected tone reveals
It has an angel-side.

Despised and low and trodden down,
Dark with the shade of sin,
Deciphering not those halo-lights
Which God hath set within,
Groping about in utmost night,

Poor, prisoned souls there are,
Who guess not what life's meaning is,
Nor dream of heaven afar.

Oh that some gentle hand of love

Their trembling steps would guide,

And show them, that, amidst it all,

Life has its angel-side!