It appeared that the travellers had continued their journey most comfortably, from the time of their leaving Seir until they reached Khoy, at which place it was neces sary for them to stop and procure passports; but having heard that the cholera was in the town, they pitched their tent outside the city walls. In the evening a great many people came for cholera medicines, until Mr. and Mrs. Perkins began to feel anxious on account of their children; but they committed themselves to the care of that God who alone could keep them from the pestilence, and then laid down to rest.

They arose as early as three o'clock the next morning, because they had to travel over a hot, dry plain, and they wished to do this before the heat of the day made travelling wearisome. Judith appeared particularly well, and in high spirits, looking with pleasure upon the morning star, and, at a later hour, upon the rising sun, little thinking that it was the last time she would ever witness this glorious sight.

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After they had crossed the plain, they came to a mountain, and when they had ascended half-way up its summit, they stopped to take refreshment. top Judith had the pleasure of seeing Ararat, and she felt quite sorry when obliged to turn away from looking at it to continue her journey; but mounting her horse, with her little brother by her side, they rode on happily, sometimes singing hymns, or talk

ing lovingly of those whom they had left behind, and so passed the time until it was again necessary to stop and take refreshment. They had only gone a few miles from this last resting-place, when Judith complained of not being well; and her pale face, even more than her words, showed that she was suffering. Symptoms soon followed which greatly alarmed her parents, and they would gladly have stopped to try and afford her some relief, but their tent was gone forward, and they dared not remain under a burning sun without its shelter.

They therefore continued their journey for two or three miles further, towards the village of Zorava, while their beloved child became worse every instant, and the fearful disease of cholera more and more marked. When they reached the place where their tent was pitched, they lifted her from her horse in a state of great exhaustion, and, notwithstanding the remedies which her parents could now administer, the disease increased with fearful violence and rapidity.

The village of Zorava is inhabited principally by Mahometans, and these people acted most unkindly towards the suffering family; not only refusing to give their Nestorian attendants a little food for themselves, or barley for their horses, but afterwards, when the limbs of the dying child were cold and cramped under the power of her deadly disease, they would not sell a bit of wood to make a fire, or warm water for her relief,

but ordered the travellers to leave the village.

Can you not fancy the sorrow of these afflicted parents? But God never permits His people to be wholly cast down if He sends them a bitter cup to drink, there is always some drop of sweetness in it; and thus was it with them, for they had the comfort of seeing their beloved child composed, and even happy, in the prospect of death. Suddenly brought to suffer great pain, and to know that she was about to leave all whom she loved, Judith lay upon her little bed in the tent without one complaining word, full of peace, and rejoicing in in the prospect of living with God for ever.

When she asked her father if her disease were cholera, he replied by telling her to look only to Christ; and then he said, "Can you look to Jesus as your Saviour-can you look only to the cross, my child?" "I will try, papa," she answered. He then asked, "Is Jesus precious to you?" "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "I have just had a view of Him: He is lovely." Again he said, "Do you desire to get well?" "Yes, papa, if it is God's will." On being asked why she desired to get well? she sweetly replied, "To do good." 66 "But," continued her sorrowing parent, "if it is God's will to take you to Himself, are you willing to go? ?" "Oh, yes, papa! let God's will be done."

Once, during the afternoon, she said, "Mamma, if I die, will you bury me by my

dear sister, Fidelia?" "I will, love," was the reply. This request, and one other— that a favourite tree might be carefully tended-were all that she made of an earthly

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Towards evening her little brother came to her, and, with all the simplicity and grief of his tender age, exclaimed, Oh, Judith, my dear sister, I'm afraid you will die! You look as though you would die, sister Judith. What shall I do? what shall I do?" sister gazed upon him with a look full of affection, but perfectly calm; and, when asked what she desired might be said to him, she touchingly murmured, "That he may be a Christian, and a good boy, and mind his parents in everything."

One of the Nestorian attendants, while engaged in rubbing her icy cold limbs, asked where she felt distress (pain). She replied, "Don't ask me: it is God's will. Let His will be done."

As she drew near her end, she was perfectly free from pain, and, supposing this to be a good sign, she asked if a favourable change had not taken place; but her father replied, "I fear not: look only to Jesus." She answered quietly, "I will try, papa;" and then added, "I can, I do trust Him."

The parents now knelt and prayed for her, and when they had finished, she remained silent for a few moments, and then broke out into the following short prayer,— "O Lord, accept me, and, if it be Thy will,

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make me well: if not, keep me from murmuring,"

After this she remained silent for some time, only saying occasionally, Рара, mamma, are you near me?" for the light in the tent was so dim that she could not always distinguish them; but when assured that they were still by her side, she murmured, "It is such a comfort to know that you are near me."

Just before she died, she asked her father to repeat something, and he repeated the twenty-third Psalm; upon which she said, "Oh, how precious!" Dear child, she was indeed walking through the dark "valley of the shadow of death," fearing no evil, for she felt that Jesus was with her, and that, resting on Him, she could pass safely through. She also found comfort in listening to various hymns, particularly that one which contains the verse beginning

"Jesus can make a dying bed."

Her breathing now became extremely laboured, and her voice so husky that she could scarcely speak. Her last words were,

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Papa, will you please to raise me up?" and while he did so, and took her tenderly in his arms, her mother fetched little Henry to give her a parting kiss. She smiled upon him with an affectionate and happy expression, and in a few moments afterwards, without one struggle or sigh, her happy spirit passed from earth to heaven. Her