choly visions of the night. What Mrs. Hutchinson endured is still less to be conceived: her unvarying devotion to him, the grand idea of her life, must have rendered the continual sight of his suffering almost a greater trial than humanity could bear.

Colonel Hutchinson was not destined to wear out a long life in captivity. Death, more merciful than man, interfered, and released him, exactly eleven months from the period of his first arrest. Mrs. Hutchinson taking notice of one of those extraordinary coincidences that occur continually in life, though they are not always observed, remarks, "that at the same hour, and the same day of the month, and the same day of the week, that the wicked soldiers fetched him out of his own rest and quiet condition at home, eleven months before, the Lord of Hosts sent his Holy angels to fetch him out of their cruel hands up to his everlasting and blessed rest above; this being the Lord's day, about seven o'clock at night, the eleventh day of September, 1664; the same day and hour, the eleventh of October, 1663."

His end was in consonance with the life he had led ; the physicians in attendance, though strangers to him, were moved to tears, and averred that no deathbed scene could be more affecting or consolatory. His faithful companion in so many scenes of trial, was not permitted to behold the conclusion; she was gone on important business to Owthorpe, but she was told her name had been the last upon his lips. "Let her," he

had said shortly before, "as she is above all women, show herself on this occasion a good Christian, and above the pitch of ordinary women." This message

seems to have formed the guiding rule of conduct for Mrs. Hutchinson's after-life. The recollection of her husband and of her happiness with him, was henceforward her chief consolation, and by dwelling upon the long enjoyment of her blessing, rather than bemoaning its loss, and bringing himself and his actions continually before her own and her children's minds, she, in idea, prolonged his existence. She compiled an elaborate memoir of him, for the purpose of giving her children a true notion of the events of the period; at the same time she left them a record of their father's virtues. Her narrative is considered more satisfactory than many histories of the period; and it is matter for admiration in no slight degree, that whilst proves her to have "added to the erudition of the scholar, the research of the philosopher, the politician, and the divine, the zeal and magnaminity of a patriot; yet she descended from all these elevations, to perform, in the most exemplary manner, the functions of a wife, a mother, and mistress of a family."

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The Lady Rachel Russell.

"Oh! not when hopes are brightest

Is all Love's sweet enchantment known; Oh! not when hearts are lightest

Is all fond woman's fervour shown:

But like the lamp that lightens

The Greenland hut beneath the snow,

The bosom's home it brightens

When all beside is chill below."

PRINGLE.

The Lady Rachel Russell.

BORN 1636. DIED 1723.

THE distinguishing excellence of conjugal love consists in its being totally opposed to that selfishness to which our fallen nature is liable. The mutual devotion of two persons is, where the union is happily cemented according to God's law, all-pervading and entire. Even animals participate in this emotion, and the most fierce and untamed creature will frequently sacrifice its own wants to supply those of its mate. Wedded love has something inexpressibly holy about it, and the very afflictions of life, so shared, are but the dews which waken up flowers of virtuous loveliness, from this their genial soil.

The object of our present notice has ever been regarded as one of the brightest examples of that unobtrusive feminine constancy, which softens greatness by the better qualification of goodness. Lady