" The young
converts whom she had taught could not bear the thought of her
leaving them; but they sought to stay an angel in his course. The
dross had been consumed, and the spirit was made meet for the
inheritance of the saints in light.
[Illustration: Courtyard of the Female Seminary]
About the middle of May, it was felt that she must go home to her
father, whose house was near the Seminary. It was a beautiful day in
a Persian summer. The morning exercises were closed. When her
teacher told her what they thought, she replied in a whisper, "I
think I had better go, but I want to be alone a little before I
leave not to return." With weary step she sought the closet where
first she found her Saviour: it was occupied. Perhaps He saw she
might think more of the place than was meet; so she spent an hour in
another room, and then returned, saying, "I am ready to go now." She
went supported by a schoolmate on either side: stopping in the
court, she turned to take a last look of the dear home where she had
learned of Jesus, and, plucking some of the roses that bloomed by
her side, passed on. On the preceding page that court is
represented, as seen from the adjoining one.
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