Her ear wakes no more at the well-known voice of her children, and the soothing accents of tender affection die away unheard upon her decaying senses.

To her the spectacle of human life is drawing to its close, and the curtain is descending which shuts out this earth, its actors, and its scenes.

She is no longer interested in all that is done under the sun.

Oh! that I could now open to you the recesses of her soul, that I could reveal to you the light which darts into the chambers of her understanding.

She approaches that world which she has so long seen in faith.