Helpless she now lay, burning with fever, and wasting from our sight, "till soft as the dew on the twilight descending," the cold damps of death gathered on her youthful brow.

One pleasant morning after passing a restless night, I observed her to gaze earnestly upward, and a moment after I called her name but received no answer.
"Her languishing head was at rest; Its thinkings and achings were o'er; Her quiet, immoveable breast, Was heaved by affliction no more." On the fifteenth day of April, 1837, she sweetly fell asleep, aged eleven years.

Sorrowfully we followed her remains to Mount Hope, where we laid her down to rest until the resurrection morning.

Death had now made its first inroad in our family circle, and since then we have laid two other loved ones by her side.

We sorrowed, but not without hope.
My business continued to prosper, and I concluded to buy a small variety store, containing some three or four hundred dollars worth of goods on the corner of Main and North Streets, formerly owned by Mr.Snow, but, having two stores on my hands, I did not make much by the trade.
The first summer after I returned to Rochester, the friends of temperance made a fine celebration, and gave me the privilege of providing the dinner.
I considered it not only a privilege, but an honor, and felt very grateful to the committee who conferred the favor upon me.
The celebration came off on the Fourth of July, and was indeed a splendid affair.