Her mental powers and memory were unimpaired.

On the monument which covers her sleeping dust in Greenwood is engraved these words: "Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee." This room is also hallowed by another tenderly sacred association.

Here our beloved daughter, Louise Ledyard Cuyler, closed her beautiful life on the last day of September, 1881.

On her return from Narragansett Pier, she was stricken with a mysterious typhoid fever, which often lays its fatal touch on the most youthful and vigorous frame.

She had apparently passed the point of danger, and one Sabbath when I read to her that one hundred and twenty-first Psalm, which records the watchful love of Him who "never sleeps," our hearts were gladdened with the prospect of a speedy recovery.