DEATH OF CAPTAIN TAYLOR. 97 about ten weeks ago, came to my memory. I could not possibly raise up my head, but only turn aside and weep bitterly. How can I tell why he was so dear to me. I fell into his kind hand at Shanghai; he gave me China jacket, showing me how to sew; he taught me navigation; he spoke patiently, forgave me always, and never spoke to me any unkind words; he intro­duced me to him who became my kind friend ever since. At our last good-by he kissed me. My captain, this is my last kiss. His forehead was cold as marble. "Then I said good-by to Mrs. Taylor and her little infant boy. 'For the Lamb which is in the midst of the Throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. ' " TO MRS. HARDY • .A~IHRRSl', April 5, 1870. Having found myself quite comfortable I will write you a few lines. Since I wrote you my last let­ter I have been improving gradually and gaining strength. I began to go out of doors last Friday and walked to and fro in the front yard of Prof. Seelye's house, but to-day is quite cold and stormy, so I am obliged to keep myself quiet in my warm room. Though I feel almost well as usual, yet it does seem me strange that I cannot endure long while in doing anything. Though I get over my cold I have not en­joyed my health ever since; partly I had headache and partly I was nervous. Yet I was so much pressed by my duty, and kept up my study just much as I could. I never liked to complain for it, and kept up cheer­fully my studies and my prayers till I was taken down entirely by this rheumatism. I never had such an ill