Society alone, the collections at the time of his decease had amounted to upwards of £5000 !

After the lapse of about ten years thus spent in laborious activity, he was called to another painful exercise of the grace of submission. His eldest daughter, Mrs. Ann Louisa Mortlock, wife of John Mortlock, Esq. a gentleman well known in the Christian world by his almost boundless benevolence, and his zeal in every good cause-taking an airing in her carriage in the month of October 1827, caught a cold, which brought on pulmonary consumption, and in the course of about ten months, consigned her to the grave, in her forty-third year. She had been a very acute sufferer for many years, from an inflammatory complaint which appeared to have been constitutional. But she possessed the best solace in affliction. She was a lady of eminent piety, and was enabled to quit her life of suffering in the humble but assured hope of that everlasting rest which is prepared for the children of God. She died on the 24th of August, 1828. The following memoir appeared in the Christian Observer, for the year 1829, a copy of which, though brief, may convey a sufficiently ample exhibition of the character of this excellent lady. It is introduced by a letter addressed to the editor of that publication; and was penned under great mental excitement, which will account for the omission of many interesting circumstances.

MRS. ANN LOUISA MORTLOCK.

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SIR,-In your former volumes I have endeavoured, I trust not merely in order to solace my own feelings, but, by the blessing of God, to benefit some who might peruse my brief memorial, to embalm the memory of two of my children, now for ever sheltered in a happier clime. I now enclose for your perusal, and, if you think it not unfitting, for that of your readers, a few particulars respecting a third, lately received to the arms of her Saviour, and whose truly amiable and spiritually-minded character, I would trust, may strengthen encourage them to follow her as she followed Christ. They will not expect to find in the life of a retired and suffering Christian those remarkable incidents which are usually sought for in the records of biography; but if they meet with what is better, -that which is practical, spiritual, and edifying,— that which will teach them how to live and how to die, that which will animate them in their Christ

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ian course, draw them nigher to their Saviour, and lead their minds from the vanities of the world to the glories of heaven, this simple memorial will not have been written in vain. I have purposely thrown my remarks into the third person, in order to spare both myself and my readers the record of private feelings; and I have omitted many details highly interesting to surviving friends, but which would swell the narrative beyond your limits. Wishing the best blessing of God upon your labours,

'I remain, sir, your very faithful friend,
'BASIL WOODD."

Ann Louisa, eldest daughter of the Rev. Basil Woodd, minister of Bentinck chapel, St. Mary-lebone, was born January 17, 1786. Her mother, Ann, was the daughter of Colonel John Wood, of Madras, commandant of Tanjore, the attached patron of the celebrated missionary Swartz. To the pious instructions and exemplary conduct of this devoted servant of God, both the Colonel and Mrs. Wood were indebted for their knowledge of Divine truth, and for those consolations of the gospel, which sustained them under a series of painful events, and carried them through the last trial of life with a hope full of immortality. Nor was the benefit of the Reverend Missionary's instruction confined to the parents; he felt a truly pastoral affection for the children, and laboured to impress their infant minds

with the importance and excellence of true religion. When the Colonel died at Madras, in 1774, and the family came over to England, Mr. Swartz was accustomed to encourage his young friends with his affectionate letters, some of which, characteristic of tender affection and apostolical simplicity, have appeared in former numbers of the Christian Observer, and well deserve the attentive re-perusal of the reader, especially of young persons.

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Ann, the eldest daughter, who is particularly mentioned in some of the above letters, was born at Madras in 1764, married to the Rev. Basil Woodd in 1785, and died of pulmonary consumption in 1791. Her four children have now all followed her to the grave: Edward died an infant; Basil Owen, her eldest son, died of pulmonary consumption in 1811; Hannah Sophia, of the same complaint, in 1817; and Ann Louisa fell a victim to the same malady, after an illness of ten months, August 25, 1828, Of the two former, memoirs have appeared in the Christian Observer for 1811 and 1817: the latter is the subject of the present memorial. All have left the most satisfactory testimonies that they knew in whom they had believed, and that they were separated only for a season from each other and their beloved parents, and would one day meet again, to part no more for ever.

The subject of this memoir, like her mother, evinced symptoms of early piety, especially an evi

dent conscientiousness, attention to mental improvement and duty, appropriate seasons for devotion, respect for the Holy Scriptures, and love for the privileges of the Christian Sabbath. She was remarkable for a tender cultivation of domestic harmony; she felt a lively interest in the younger branches of the family, who were much attached to her; and she shewed uniform kindness to all the household, who loved and esteemed her. Nor was she less remarkable for her affectionate regard to her father and her second mother, in whom her ardent affections centered, and to whose familiar instructions she invariably ascribed her early and her matured delight in the ways of God. As it was the chief ambition of her parents to bring up their children, not so much for this world, as for the world to come, the embellishments of education were not so prominently cultivated as those acquisitions which were of moral and religious value, and, as considered with a view to the highest ends of our existence, of infinitely more importance.

She was always cheerful and lively; never so happy as when at home; fond of music, particularly of Divine Psalmody, but had no taste for the light and frivolous compositions which are so fatally seductive and injurious to devotion. Whatever presented a lure to dissipation, she always regarded with suspicion, and was jealous over with godly jealousy. On the other hand, general history, the