She has since entered into rest.
On the 19th, Selby visited Miss Fiske, and in answer to a question
about a place for private devotion, "O, yes," said she, "there is a
deep hole under our house, like a cellar, and there I go every day
to pray."
A brief account of her may not here be out of place. In 1830, when
she was an infant in her mother's arms, the cholera in five days
carried her father and five of his household to the grave. In 1838,
she was one of the first pupils of Mrs. Grant. She learned more
rapidly than the rest, and yet was so amiable that she was loved by
those whom she excelled. Still, she was a stranger to God, and she
felt it. When thirteen years of age, her brother took her out of
school, replying to her earnest pleadings, to be allowed to remain,
"You have been there already too long." At the same time she was
forced to marry a boy twelve years of age, with whom she had never
spoken. For days previously, tears were her meat and drink; nor was
she the only one that wept. After this, the missionaries seldom saw
her, till, one cold Sabbath in the winter of 1844-45, a girl entered
the chapel, wrapped, as brides usually are, in a large, white sheet.
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