 and
affectionate sister, F. HUME.


Southfield,
SHE is gone, for ever! I shall no more behold her! her gentle spirit took its flight to heaven, while these fond arms in vain endeavoured to support

the feeble frame from whence it parted—She sunk upon my bosom, and expired! nor sigh nor groan gave warning of her death, she closed her eyes, and slept for ever!
No words can paint the grief and distraction, of her unhappy husband, the tender sorrow of the gentle Harriet, or the heart-felt anguish of your
afflicted sister, F. HUME.
