鈥楲ike your dear invalid, I am especially fond of St. Luke鈥檚 account of the dying thief. There is something so touching in his looking at such a moment to the Saviour, whose Blood, shed for his salvation, was at that moment trickling down in his view; and there is something so sublime in our Lord鈥檚 conferring Eternal Life,鈥攕uch a gift,鈥攁t the time when He was Himself undergoing the terrible sentence of death! We may envy your dear suffering child, my Laura, when we think how soon, in human expectation, his eyes will behold the King in His beauty. TO MRS. HAMILTON. Col. Be calm, Sir, and submit to destiny. 北京赛车七码走势 TO MRS. HAMILTON. 鈥楢s we passed through the gates, copies of a hymn were distributed, which the dear Auntie had composed about three weeks before she was taken ill. On sending it to me at the time, she added in her letter: 鈥淧erhaps you will like to see my little funeral hymn. Perhaps it may be sung when I go to sleep.鈥? In another letter, belonging to August, are the words: 鈥榃e are rather on the tiptoe of expectation about our Bishop that is to be. There is a rumour that good Mr. 鈥斺€?is the man; but surely it is impossible that such a shy, boy-like Missionary should be turned into a Right Reverend Father!鈥?The appointment when made proved to be that of Bishop French, well known in Mutiny days as Mr. French of Agra, who utterly refused to allow the Christian Natives to be banished from the town, as was proposed by some faint-hearted people there. If they went, Mr. French said, he would go with them; and he undertook to answer for their faithfulness. His resolution prevailed; and the little band of Indian Christians were faithful to the end of the Siege. Charles. No more of that, Daresby. The farce is ended, the mists of mistake are clearing up, the reign of Folly must fall, let not Anger survive its cause! 鈥楩ancy poor E. Bibi actually paying me a visit here yesterday evening. The delicate creature longed to come. I told her to ask her husband鈥檚 leave, and suggested that he had better come with her. She asked me to send my kahar in the morning, and she would send a message by him as to whether her 鈥淪ahib鈥?consented or not. The answer was favourable; so I made arrangements to have two dulis at her door after dark, for E., her mother, and her two little girls. I warned our boys to keep out of the chapel, into which I first introduced the Bibis. I went to the harmonium, and sang to it, 鈥淛esus lives,鈥?and two or three verses of the Advent hymn, etc. While we were in the chapel the husband joined us, sat down, and quietly listened. He was very silent, which I think showed good manners. 鈥楾his is the eighth day that I have not seen an English person! Mera Bhatija has been away on duty; but I hope to have him back to-morrow. I shall not be sorry to see him again; we are becoming more and more like real Aunt and Nephew. He wanted me to go to Amritsar during his needful absence; but there were strong reasons against that.... Whilst true Content is Musick to the Feast. Had ne'er been born! or else been born a Fool! Myriads of Spirits, that e'er Men were made, Daresby. If I can be of any use to the poor sufferer. [Exit.] TO MRS. HAMILTON. And cares not a straw for our will!