She was very constant in her attendance on public worship at the church, as well as on my Saturday instruction at home.

But, generally speaking, she was little noticed, except for her regular and orderly conduct.

Had I then been asked of which of my young scholars I had formed the most favourable opinion, poor Jane might have been altogether omitted in the list.
How little do we oftentimes know what God is doing in other people's hearts! What poor calculators and judges we frequently prove till he opens our eyes! His thoughts are not our thoughts; neither our ways his ways.
Once, indeed, during the latter part of that year, I was struck with her ready attention to my wishes.

I had, agreeably to the plan above mentioned, sent her into the churchyard to commit to memory an epitaph which I admired.

On her return she told me that, in addition to what I desired, she had also learned another, which was inscribed on an adjoining stone, adding, that she thought it a very pretty one.
I thought so too, and perhaps my readers will be of the same opinion.
Little Jane, though dead, yet shall speak.