“I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.” THIS week has been one of heavy sorrow to very many. The neighbourhood has lost one who for many years has stood foremost in large-hearted Christian benevolence. The poor have been deprived of a kind friend, to whose liberality they might ever resort. The children have been bereaved of one who has for years been anxious to devote her attentive care to their early training; and all who have ever needed a sympathizing friend have followed one this day to the grave as warm-hearted, energetic, and intelligent as is often to be met with in society. Her character is well described in some lines w…
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