bering, till the morning of the resurrection, many little known on earth, but whose names are doubtless registered in heaven. With those of a host of tender lambs, is now numbered that of Elizabeth Jones, the last of five lovely children, all taken in early life, from a world of sin and suffering to their heavenly Father's better home; where, clothed in white, with palms of victory in their hands, they are uniting with their sainted mother in singing, "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing."
Elizabeth Jones, whose Indian name was Sahgahjewaqua, which means "the rising sun," was born on June 29th, 1830. From infancy she evinced a mild temper; and as her young mind gradually expanded, it was delightful to observe a fine generous disposition united to strong affection, which secured the confidence and love of all who knew her. For some time after her mother's death, I was in the habit of seeing her every day. She would frequently ask when her mother would come home from the meeting. Being ignorant of what death meant, she thought, as this was the place she most frequented, that she was gone there; and sometimes it was no easy task to wipe the tear, and quell the sorrows of her little bosom,
