not her life dear unto herself, so impressed those lawless men that they went quietly away, and she suffered no further molestation. She kept the refugees in her house for several days, and when at last the streets were quiet she went down to Mr. Carter’s store to ask if he would join with her in providing a simple outfit for them, as they had lost their clothing and furniture in the riots.
In July, 1867, one of her two daughters died after a brief illness at Princeton, New Jersey, where Mrs. Brown was then residing. At this time, Mr. Carter wrote her the following letter:—
“By a letter received yesterday, we were informed that your loving daughter, Miss Caroline, was no more. The sad tidings deeply affected us all, the more so as they were so unexpected. How little we know what a day may bring forth! What can I say to you to comfort you? You know the love of the Lord Jesus Christ, and you know how lovingly he dealt with her for many a year. Has he now in anger smitten her down? Can you suppose this to be the case? By no means! You mourn not as those without hope. For, as Jesus died and rose again, so those who sleep in Jesus he will bring with him. This sore trial to your faith and patience brings to my mind all the way by which the Lord has led you these nearly forty years since we first met. How goodness and mercy have followed you! And yet through much tribulation you have come. Can you not now set to your seal that God is true,—is love? For many years past I could say with the apostle, ‘I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.’ Can I not still continue to say so? Yes, ‘He doeth all things well.’ May it not be that he is saying to you, ‘Arise, this is not your rest, for it is polluted.’
