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IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 Eee RIEL HOLLOND. 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY A. BOARDMAN. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA: 
 feo. LIPPINCOEL-&. CO, 
 1871. 
 

 
People OL LON D. 
 
 
 
 AMONG the numerous letters of sympathy 
 which came to me and my family soon after 
 hat sad event of the ninth of August last 
 (1870), was one from a friend upon whom 
 this blow had fallen with an almost crushing 
 severity. It contained this passage :—“I am 
 wrong and selfish to write of my own great 
 sorrow, when your poor heart is bowed by a 
 yet greater. Above all earthly friends, I 
 know she valued you. Her heart held on 
 to you with an ever-tightening grasp. You 
 were her counsellor, her guide, her soul’s 
 friend, and her own brother. You have 
 many appreciating, loving friends, but you 
 will be, Oh, so much the poorer for the loss 
 of one whose devotion, I think, none other 
 
 could resemble, or nearly approach,—so little 
 
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4 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 was her life separated from yours, so near to 
 each, other were your homes, and so con- 
 stantly were you together in your absences 
 from the city.” } 
 
 I trust it may not seem indelicate in me 
 to quote this passage. I place it here at the 
 opening of this sketch, first, as indicating the 
 reason why I have said nothing, and can say 
 nothing, of my friend from the pulpit; and, 
 secondly, to explain the simple and familiar 
 tone I shall observe in penning this brief 
 ‘““ MEMORIAL.” 
 
Ow leaving the Theological Seminary at 
 a7mecton, N. }.,1 came to the Tenth Pres- 
 byterian Church in Philadelphia, and was 
 ordained and installed as its Pastor, No- 
 vember 8, 1833. Among the families that 
 welcomed me to my new charge, was 
 that of Mrs. Ann E. Hottonp. Her hus- 
 band, CHARLES HoLtonp, an English gentle- 
 man of honorable descent, whose generous 
 culture and attractive social qualities lent 
 grace and dignity to the sterling virtues 
 which formed the basis of his character, had 
 died in the faith and hope of the Gospel, on 
 the 15th day of March, 1831. Of his family, 
 two half-brothers and their sister are still 
 living—one of the former being the Rev. 
 Epmunp Ho.itonp of London, an excellent 
 
 and evangelical minister of the Church of 
 
 (5) 
 
6 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 England. Mrs. HoLttonp was left with five 
 children. Of these the youngest daughter, 
 bearing the mother’s name, was already in 
 a decline when I came to the city one 
 lingered for eighteen months a fragile, gen- 
 tle child, and died May 27) 939 Q@eieeaes 
 fourteenth year. An only son; CHAREES 
 WILLIAM, born September, 28, 1824, died on 
 the 18th of January, 1859. The remaining 
 daughters were as follows :—HaArriet, born 
 October 12, 1812: Mary, August 23, 1814: 
 Fanny, June 28, 1819. Of these, the two 
 elder sisters had united with the Tenth 
 Church in December, 1832, a few months 
 before my ordination: the last joined them 
 at the Lord’s Table six weeks after my settle- 
 ment—the first Communion service in my 
 pastoral life. The three sisters were as 
 closely and happily united as any family 
 group I have ever known. Fanny was the 
 more richly endowed with intellectual gifts. 
 That fine face and form enshrined as much 
 of mental power and moral worth and true 
 
 nobility of soul, as any I have ever known. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 7 
 
 A stranger might not at once detect this. 
 For a veil of exquisite modesty and self- 
 distrust shut in her costly treasures from_ 
 casual eyes. Her sensitive nature shrank 
 from observation; but with no irritable or 
 morbid feeling. For her bosom was _ the 
 home of all the charities. No kindly, loving, 
 generous, element can be named, that was 
 not incorporated with her being, and exem- 
 plified in the daily temper of her life. Her 
 sisters, graced with kindred virtues, each the 
 other's. peer in all that pertains to true 
 womanly refinement and solid worth, always 
 regarded Fanny with a just pride in her rare 
 abilities, and with an intense affection, in 
 which sisterly love was blended with a sort 
 of maternal tenderness. It was part of their 
 daily life to shield her from every rough wind; 
 and if trouble came, to bear it for her. They 
 watched over her health and comfort, year 
 by year, with a solicitude which knew neither 
 interruption nor abatement. 
 
 Of the very few who were admitted to 
 
 the inner shrine of that household sanctuary, 
 
 \ 
 
8 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 there are but one or two remaining. They 
 will agree with me, that it is very rare to 
 find, even in the bosom of the most culti- 
 vated society, a sight so refreshing as that of 
 the union and communion of these three 
 sisters. While each had her own marked 
 individuality, and a strength and independ- 
 ence which commanded undissembled re- 
 spect, they were thoroughly at one in their 
 principles, aims, and aspirations. With them 
 all, the grand, central idea of life, was the 
 GREAT REDEMPTION. They felt themselves 
 to be no longer their own, but bought 
 with a price. And into every plan and pur- 
 pose they carried the paramount desire to 
 honor Him who had ransomed them with 
 His blood. Whatever concerned the well- 
 being of the Church, the relief of suffering 
 humanity, or the comfort of their friends and 
 neighbors, was sure of their ready sympathy. 
 Happy in one another, they were never un- 
 mindful of the happiness of those around 
 them. They had,. somehow, escaped the 
 
 common taint of selfishness, and needed no 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 9 
 
 argument to convince them that “it is more 
 blessed to give than to receive.” 
 
 Such fellowships as this seem to prefigure 
 the communion of the saints in glory. They 
 do not last long here. A few years passed 
 by and Fanny HOoLLonD was one day at- 
 tacked with hemorrhage. She understood 
 its significance. They all understood it. 
 They had too much at stake not to feel 
 from the first the chill of the gathering 
 shadows. A weary three months saw the 
 patient invalid gradually yielding to the 
 subtle malady she had inherited. But as the 
 poor tabernacle was giving way, the deathless 
 spirit was pluming its wings for heaven. An 
 evening or two before the close, a friend was 
 repeating at her bedside two or three stanzas 
 of that precious hymn,— 
 
 “When languor and disease invade 
 This trembling house of clay :—’ 
 
 Taking up the hymn just where her friend 
 
 paused, she added,— 
 
 «‘Sweet to lie passive in His hands, 
 
 And know no will but His :—’’ 
 
10 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 “That,’ said she, “is the sweetest ofaa. 
 
 Thus she went home to her Saviour. The 
 threefold cord once broken, was only too 
 soon to be severed again. Some two years 
 elapsed when her sister Mary, slipping one 
 day on the sidewalk, sprained her ankle. The 
 accident sent her to her room and kept her 
 there. Always delicate, the long confine- 
 ment undermined her constitution. With 
 the general prostration, her lungs presently 
 gave tokens of disease, the sure prelude (in 
 her case) of a fatal result. To augment the 
 trial of this visitation, her mother was seized 
 with a threatening illness. Lying in adjoin- 
 ing rooms, the question hung in suspense for 
 several weeks, whether the mother or the 
 daughter would be taken first. Both sur- 
 vived the winter; and Mrs. HoLtonp. died 
 on the 29th day of March, 1845. Mary had 
 for some days been too feeble even to be car- 
 ried into her mother’s room; and a fortnight 
 afterward (April 13th), we were gathered in 
 silent sorrow around her death-bed. 
 
 I have already adverted to that strong 
 
IN MEMORIAM. II 
 
 “family likeness” which attached to these 
 three: sisters. In humility, in sincerity, in 
 gentleness, in liberality, in courtesy, and in 
 all that pertains to a beautiful and consistent 
 Christian life, she was quite the equal of the 
 others. A loving, faithful disciple, she kept 
 near to her Saviour; and in her last hours 
 
 He was very near to her. 
 
 “ Gently the passing spirit fled, 
 Sustained by grace divine :— 
 O may such grace on me be shed, 
 
 And make my end like thine!’ 
 
 If. 
 
 WHEN this double stroke fell, it came with 
 
 surroundings which greatly increased its 
 
 4 
 
12 HARRIET HOLLOND, 
 
 severity. The lone mourner* that survived, 
 had now gone through three years of anx- 
 iety, watching, and tears. Her slender frame 
 seemed as though it must sink under its 
 accumulated burdens. Her flesh and strength 
 declined. Her blanched face and cold hands 
 became more pallid. The desolation of her 
 home preyed upon her spirits. It was a 
 
 renewal of that sad experience,— 
 
 ‘‘ Years fly, O Lord! and every year 
 More desolate I grow; 
 My world of friends thins round me fast, 
 
 Love after love lies low.’’ 
 
 There was no murmuring, no repining; 
 but it was apparent to all her friends, that 
 unless sustained by an Almighty arm, she 
 must soon follow her loved ones to the 
 grave. Their prayers received a gracious 
 answer. The Man of Sorrows came to his 
 
 suffering child, and walked with her through 
 
 
 
 * Two estimable ladies, both widows, her Cousins on the 
 maternal side, are still living in Europe, one of them in 
 
 Dublin, the other in Liverpool. 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 13 
 
 the waters and the fire. During the two en- 
 suing years her health, though feeble, was 
 somewhat ameliorated. While the prospect 
 of permanent relief from the effects of her 
 crushing afflictions, was still in suspense, an 
 unexpected direction was given to her plans. 
 My own health had failed. The physicians 
 W@precctived a visit to. Kurope. I resisted it 
 as long as possible, but was compelled to 
 vield. sin the sunmmer of 1837 or ’38, these 
 three sisters had joined my family in their 
 excursion to the sea-shore. From that time 
 onward we were always together during the 
 summer holidays. For a few years Mrs. 
 Hoxionp and her daughters were all with us. 
 Then the two sisters. And, finally, to the 
 close of her life, the friend whose loss we 
 now déplore.—In 1847; she readily con- 
 sented to go abroad with my wife and my- 
 Self. —fo remain at home, would have in- 
 volved a trial of feeling both to her and to 
 ourselves, for which none of us were pre- 
 pared. Her health, too, imperatively de- 
 manded a change. We sailed on the 17th of 
 
14 HARRIET HOLLOGN LZ, 
 
 April of that year, and were absent thirteen 
 months. Of the incidents of the tour I do 
 not propose to speak. How much _ her 
 society contributed to the pleasure it afforded 
 us, will be apparent to all who knew her. 
 Let it suffice that, once disengaged from 
 the painful associations of her home, she en- 
 tered warmly into the spirit of our journey, 
 recovered, in a good measure, her natural 
 serenity, enjoyed everything thoroughly, and, 
 by God’s blessing, returned not simply with 
 re-established health, but with her constitu- 
 tion so renovated that she appeared like a 
 different person altogether. This wholesome 
 change, already in progress, was accelerated 
 during the closing months of our stay in 
 Europe. For our slow transit through 
 France and a sojourn of several weeks in 
 Paris, occurred in the midst of the memorable 
 scenes of the Revolution of 1848. To breathe 
 an atmosphere so surcharged with excite- 
 ment, and traverse, day by day, without 
 apprehensions of personal danger, the streets 
 
 of that great metropolis, convulsed as by the 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 15 
 
 throes of an earthquake, could not fail to 
 engross all one’s powers, and, in the case of 
 our dear fellow-traveller, to deepen the new 
 channels which thought and feeling had 
 formed to themselves. ‘These stirring expe- 
 riences told with beneficent effect upon her 
 health. Nor is there any room to doubt, 
 that her year in Europe was the chief means, 
 under Providence, of prolonging her valuable 
 life for many years. 
 
 These years, it will be seen at the last day, 
 were faithfully dedicated to the service of 
 God and the well-being of her fellow-creat- 
 ures. The sense of her loneliness—the re- 
 membrance of what she had lost—the thought 
 of her home as it was now, when contrasted 
 with what “it might and would have been 
 (as she often said to me), had only one of her 
 sisters been spared to her’—would some- 
 times return upon her with a resistless energy 
 which broke up all the fountains of her tears 
 and convulsed every fibre of her frame. But 
 she did not surrender herself to grief. Bow- 
 
 ing submissively to the rod, she listened, 
 
16 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 rather, to the lessons it was designed to con- 
 vey, and made it the maxim of her life, 
 
 “ What wilt THou have me to do?” 
 
 IIf. 
 
 Ir I were asked to indicate two qualities 
 which shone conspicuously in the cluster of 
 graces that infolded the character of my 
 friend, I should name, as others have done, 
 her HUMILITY and her BENEVOLENCE. With 
 a somewhat extensive observation of man- 
 kind, and after a pastorate covering nearly 
 forty years, I am free to put it on record, 
 that I have never known, in any sphere of 
 life, a more humble Christian, and never a 
 
 more benevolent one. She had inherited a 
 
LN MEMORIAM. by 
 
 generous fortune. Her social position could 
 not have been more elevated. The con- 
 sistent and bountiful life she led, attracted 
 to her the love and admiration of a very 
 large circle of friends, and the loving grat- 
 itude of the poor. But nothing ever al- 
 lured her even for an hour out of that - 
 Vale of Humility along which her path to 
 heaven lay.. It was not of deliberation or 
 plan or purpose, that she thus kept to the 
 footprints of Him who was meek and lowly 
 in heart. Rather was it a necessity of her 
 sanctified nature. No ill-disguised adulation 
 on the part of friends, no involuntary tribute 
 to her worth on the part of comparative 
 strangers, could ever inspire her with a feel- 
 ing of self-complacency, or abate her con- 
 sciousness of utter unworthiness as a poor, 
 helpless sinner saved, if saved at all, by free 
 and sovereign grace. Of this, hereafter. 
 
 I have spoken of her home. Suppose we 
 enter it. Very beautiful it is—in furniture, 
 in decoration, in all its appointments, such a 
 mansion as becomes its tenant. Few houses 
 
 2 
 
18 HARRIET HOLLOND, 
 
 in our city are so replenished with articles of 
 taste and handiwork—curious fabrics from 
 various lands, carvings, portfolios of rare 
 prints, china and porcelain wares, games, and 
 the like. Many of these she collected while 
 in Europe. Many were keepsakes from her 
 friends. Others she added as occasion served. 
 And thus the stock increased with every 
 year. A cynical observer might at the first 
 elance inveigh against what he would style 
 “this extravagance.” But there was no ex- 
 travagance in it, and no ostentation. Miss 
 HoLitonp was living alone. Her refined 
 tastes appreciated the beautiful in nature and 
 art, and craved some indulgence in this direc- 
 tion,—and no captious tongue, in so far as I 
 know, ever animadverted upon it. But the 
 true key to it is to be sought farther back in 
 her character. Her controlling reason for ac- 
 cumulating these treasures of art, lay in the 
 gratification they afforded her friends. Her 
 sympathy with the young was intense. Con- 
 sidering the singularly quiet, undemonstra- 
 
 tive cast of her manners, it was remarkable 
 
IN MEMORTAM. 19 
 
 how children and youth were drawn to her. 
 There seemed a magnetism about her pres- 
 ence which they could not resist. And yet 
 -a second glance may resolve the problem. 
 For that sweet smile which lighted up her 
 features, and the kindly, persuasive tones of 
 that gentle voice, could not fail to tell alike 
 upon children and parents. Who that ever 
 met her even in a casual way, cannot re- 
 spond to this? 
 
 Certainly the fact admits of no dispute: 
 the young enjoyed her society, and her 
 house was one of their favorite resorts. She 
 was always happy in their happiness. It 
 was her custom to devote one or two even- 
 ings each winter to the pupils of the Fe- 
 male Seminaries represented in our congre- 
 gation.* She entered thoroughly into the 
 experiences of these school-girls, away from 
 
 
 
 * Especially the excellent school of Miss Bonney and 
 Miss Dillaye, the latter of these ladies being a valued mem- 
 ber of my church, and a friend to whom Miss HOLLOND 
 
 was warmly attached. 
 
20 HAKRRIL EVOL LCn es, 
 
 their homes, and was glad to give them 
 access to her collections. I have often met 
 them there; and it would be safe to say 
 that the evening they spent at 1214 Walnut 
 Street, brought with it as much of inno- 
 cent and rational pleasure as any evening 
 of the year. Nor did the tide of grateful en- 
 joyment flow only in one direction. They 
 gave—unconsciously, indeed, but liberally— 
 while they received. For those were bright 
 and balmy evenings to their genial hostess. 
 Repeatedly has she said to me after the com- 
 pany had left and the brilliant parlors, still 
 disarranged, had subsided into their wonted 
 silence, “Well, this is a sort of party that pays 
 well. Did you ever see a happier set of girls ?” 
 
 On these,.as on all other occasions sier 
 visitors were sure to be impressed with the 
 blended grace and dignity of her manners. 
 This came to her by a birthright patent. It 
 was not the conventional politeness of the 
 fashionable world, the overdone airs by 
 which made-up people so often betray the 
 
 hand of the artificer. There was no school 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 21 
 
 of manners which could have taught her any- 
 thing. Her native refinement, delicacy, good 
 sense, and tact were quite equal to any de- 
 mands society might make upon her. Her 
 taste in dress and furniture was nearly fault- 
 less. In conversation she was uniformly 
 ready, affable, discreet, never prosy—neither 
 monopolizing the talk, nor chilling her guests 
 with frigid monosyllabic responses. Alike 
 with casual visitors, at an evening company, 
 and presiding at her hospitable board sur- 
 rounded by strangers, she displayed the ease, 
 the observant thoughtfulness, and the grace- 
 ful recognition of individual characteristics, 
 which lend to these social ministrations a 
 charm that nothing else can supply. The art 
 of “ entertaining,’ as well from its intrinsic 
 ‘value as from its rarity, may fairly claim to be 
 enrolled among the “ Fine Arts:’ and herein 
 
 Miss HoLLonpD was a great proficient. 
 
22 TARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THERE is another side to her household-life 
 which it were inexcusable to pass over. The 
 grand drawback to the home comfort of 
 American families, lies in the unsatisfactory 
 conditions of our domestic service. Whether 
 it be the price paid for our democratic insti- 
 tutions, the “ Liberty, Equality, and Frater- 
 nity” of which we so absurdly boast, or from 
 some other cause, we need ‘not stop to in- 
 quire. But the annoying fact admits of no 
 dispute. This tie is, for the most part, all 
 over the country, a tie not of affection, 
 scarcely of principle, but one of sheer inter- 
 est and convenience. With Miss HoLLonp 
 it was otherwise. Living as she did alone, 
 her experience supplied one of those striking 
 instances of compensation, wherein a benign 
 
 Providence sometimes comes to the relief of 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 23 
 
 His stricken children. It pleased Him to send 
 her, many years ago, three faithful women 
 (her “ girls,” as she always called them), who 
 remained with her to the close. Qualified in 
 every way for their respective spheres, and, 
 through their very diversities of temperament 
 and training, adapted to one another, they 
 came in the course of time to alleviate some- 
 what the dreadful void created by her deso- 
 lating bereavements. For once this relation 
 rose to the dignity and purity of a genuine 
 attachment. The mercenary element was 
 thoroughly eliminated. It is saying but a 
 little to assert that their affection for her ex- 
 ceeded that which binds together the mem- 
 bers of many well-ordered families. Their 
 love was strong and abiding. They minis- 
 tered to her comfort with an assiduity and a 
 tenderness which knew no intermission. Her 
 sicknesses and trials weighed upon them as 
 their own. They framed no plans, they 
 claimed no “ privileges,’ they had no aspira- 
 tions, apart from her interest and happiness. 
 
 And she reciprocated their devotion. She re- 
 
24 HARRIZL LT TOLLOND: 
 
 posed unlimited confidence in their integrity 
 and honor, their discretion and vigilance. 
 She was as mindful of their health as they of 
 hers. She bestowed her kindnesses upon 
 them with a wise profusion, which was never 
 abused. Witha grateful heart she recognized 
 the goodness of God in surrounding her with 
 a group of helpers who could thus relieve her 
 from the usual burdens of housekeeping, and 
 upon whose fidelity and affection she could 
 rely without a shadow of distrust. It was, for 
 these untoward times, a spectacle as refreshing 
 as it was unusual. In calling one day to ask 
 her excellent physician, Dr. Caspar Morris, 
 if he would stop and see one of them who was 
 sick, I alluded to the peculiar tie which united 
 Miss HoLtonp and her three “ girls,” as one 
 of the compensations of Providence; and 
 added, “It would be difficult to find a parallel 
 case in our city.” “I do not believe (was his 
 quick reply) there is a parallel case in the 
 world.” 
 
 Having mentioned Dr. Morris, I cannot 
 refrain from adding that ¢/zs tie also was all 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 25 
 
 that could have been desired. As her medical 
 adviser, her confidence in his skill was so great 
 that he could not have wished it greater; and 
 to this was superadded the veneration and 
 affection (mutual, I am sure) of a generous 
 Christian friendship. She always enjoyed his 
 visits. I feel quite certain that he rarely if 
 ever left her room that he had not ministered 
 to her bodily comfort,—never once that she 
 had not been solaced and cheered by his cor- 
 dial sympathy and pleasant converse about 
 the things which were nearest her heart and 
 
 his own. 
 
 V. 
 
 I HAVE alluded to the sentiment of recipro- 
 
 cal gratitude which pervaded Miss HoLionp’s 
 
26 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 household. Generosity and gratitude are twin 
 virtues. She formed no exception to the set- 
 tled rule, that the most generous natures are 
 the most sensitive to kindnesses. Gratitude 
 is no exclusively Christian grace ; and ingrati- 
 tude is no monopoly of unchristian people. 
 My own experience is doubtless the common 
 experience of pastors. In the instances in 
 which I have encountered ingratitude in any 
 marked degree, it has usually come from indi- 
 viduals or families who were brought into the 
 Church through God’s blessing upon my un- 
 worthy ministrations, or from those whom I 
 have visited, and prayed with, and wept with, 
 in many a scene of sickness, death, and sor- 
 row. Why should a pastor complain of this ? 
 It happens with men of other callings ; why 
 should the ministers of religion be exempt ? 
 Nay, ingratitude was by pre-eminence, and is 
 still, the allotment of their Master. And it is 
 “enough that the disciple be as his Master,. 
 and the servant as his Lord.” Thanks to His 
 abounding grace, they share with Him no less 
 in the opposite experience. "If the” aime 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 27 
 
 lepers who returned not, stood for a class of 
 His beneficiaries, the grateful Samaritan repre- 
 sented another class, the honorable succession 
 of which has been unbroken to our day. 
 Within the fold of Christ there is no lack of 
 disciples who are quick to appreciate and ac- 
 knowledge favors from whatever quarter they 
 come. But some are conspicuous in this 
 regard; and Miss HoLtonp was one of these. 
 Ever alive to the well-being of others, and as 
 covetous of occasions for making somebody 
 happier (the only type of covetousness known 
 to her) as most persons are of procuring bene- 
 fits to themselves, it seemed to be a sort of sur- 
 prise to her when any one essayed to share 
 one of her burdens, or to remove a pebble out 
 of her path. The most trivial offices of this 
 sort she viewed as through a powerful micro- 
 scope. I have known her dilate upon the 
 friendly solicitude for her health expressed by 
 some wayfarer on the street—upon an un- 
 expected visit of courtesy or sympathy—upon 
 a bunch of flowers—upon the gift of a photo- 
 
 graph—upon a piece of simple work from a 
 
28 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 child—as though she had been made the 
 recipient of some great and unmerited favor. 
 It was impossible to say or to do anything 
 for her comfort or pleasure that it did not 
 make an impression upon her, and bring 
 (sometimes after the actor had forgotten all 
 about it) its due recognition. For her noble 
 nature responded to the most evanescent 
 ministries of kindness as surely and as sweetly 
 as the A£olian harp to the softest breeze. 
 
 The mild and engaging qualities to which 
 reference has been made, not unfrequently 
 (in their secondary order) have their rooting 
 in a superficial soil. The Italians have a 
 proverb—“ A man may be so good that he is 
 _good for nothing.” It points to a style of 
 character with which we are all familiar— 
 amiable, affectionate, blameless, but impassive 
 and weak. No such deficiency attached to 
 the character of Miss Hoxtonp. On that 
 side of her nature she was all, and more than 
 all, that has been recorded in these pages. 
 And those who met her only in the casual 
 
 intercourse of society, might suppose that 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 29 
 
 they had taken her full measurement in as- 
 cribing to her an ample dowry of all the 
 milder graces. One of her dearest friends 
 alludes to this very topic in a letter addressed 
 to me shortly after her decease. I may be 
 allowed to quote a previous sentence, be- 
 cause it bears such emphatic testimony to 
 another admirable trait,—her inflexible fidel- 
 ity to the sacred trusts of friendship. ‘“ She 
 was an iron safe for the fullest confidence: 
 the secrets of one who trusted her were never 
 in the remotest manner hinted at nor alluded 
 to, to any other, even if closer and dearer to 
 Pemieatt... “she had no great facility in 
 putting the inside out, in showing her real 
 and whole self. Her humility and modesty 
 were in the way of this; so that few knew her 
 as I did, none as you did.” Really to know 
 her, was to detect under that tranquil guise 
 a mind well stored with various information, 
 the fruit of careful observation, patient 
 
 thought, and habits of reading,* continued 
 
 
 
 * A chronic weakness of one eye forbade her a free use 
 
30 HARRIET: HOLLONG, 
 
 through life. Nor this alone. It was a mind 
 well poised. She had as much of that 
 homely, Saxon quality we call common 
 sense, next to piety the most valuable of 
 all endowments, as often falls to the lot of 
 man or woman. She illustrated the accuracy 
 and facility of those intuitive judgments by 
 which her sex are able to discern at a glance, 
 conclusions which we reach only by a careful 
 process of reasoning. These gifts, in connec- 
 tion with her perfect candor, her prudence, 
 her kindness, and her fidelity to every tie of 
 confidence, made her one of the wisest and 
 best of counsellors. I account it as one of 
 my chief advantages, that I have had at hand 
 for so many years, a friend so ready and 
 so competent to advise with me on matters 
 of public and private duty. Of course we 
 
 did not always agree. Peoplé who are in 
 
 
 
 of books. But this was in good part compensated by the 
 kind offices of one of her dearest friends, who, for several 
 years, spent three afternoons and evenings of each week 
 
 with her,—much of the time being devoted to reading. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 31 
 
 the habit of thinking for themselves and 
 forming their own opinions, must sometimes 
 differ. But rarely has a pastor found within 
 his fold a counsellor so eraced with all the 
 qualities which pastors, beyond almost any 
 other class of men, crave and require in a 
 Christian friend. Nor was her practical wis- 
 dom displayed in this relation only. Not to 
 speak of the various Societies which invoked 
 the aid as well of her experience as of her 
 purse, her philanthropic life brought her in 
 contact with very many persons perplexed 
 with questions of daily duty. She was never 
 long in comprehending their exact circum- 
 stances, and they were tolerably sure of re- 
 ceiving advice which it would be safe to 
 
 follow. 
 
32 HARRIET HOLLOND,; 
 
 Vals 
 
 Bur we must pass beyond her home and 
 the circle of her private friendships. This 
 quiet, unassuming Christian lady filled a 
 broad sphere in the Church, and filled it to its 
 outmost limits. On the illness (and subse- 
 quent death) of her attached friend, Mrs. 
 ELLEN W. Jones, her fellow-teachers turned 
 at once to her as the proper Superintendent 
 for our Female Sabbath-school. She resisted 
 the appointment. It was repugnant to all 
 her tastes and habits, to be placed in so con- 
 spicuous a position. When the indications 
 became so decisive as to preclude further 
 scruple, she accepted the situation. It cost 
 her many a struggle; and she acquiesced in 
 the arrangement precisely as she submitted 
 to any other Providential trial, for as such 
 she regarded it. From that period (1855) on- 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 33 
 
 ward, there was not a single recurrence of 
 the annual election of officers, that the same 
 conflict was not renewed in her breast. 
 Where all eyes but her own saw every en- 
 dowment which could adorn the position, 
 her “conscious unfitness” made her shrink 
 from it with a sensitiveness that knew no 
 abatement. Often has she said to me on 
 these occasions—“I have not one qualifica- 
 tion for the Superintendency of that school.” 
 Had she not been constantly re-appointed by 
 the unanimous and urgent voice of her asso- 
 ciates, she would have declined it. But it 
 was the rule of her life to sacrifice private feel- _ 
 ings to duty; and she patiently bore the bur- 
 den that was laid upon her. 
 
 How well she bore it, will be attested by 
 all her co-workers. Averse as she was to 
 the office, she gave herself to its requirements 
 with a fidelity and assiduity which could 
 not well have been exceeded. No pastor is 
 more mindful of his flock, than she was of 
 that school. Her method of conducting it 
 
 was eminently characteristic. Nothing but 
 
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 a 
 
34 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 sickness or absence from the city could keep 
 her from her post. Always punctual in her 
 attendance, familiar with the details of every 
 class, knowing even every scholar by name, 
 she recognized at a glance the exigencies of 
 each session occasioned by absence and other 
 causes, and with a happy facility provided for 
 them. Genuine courtesy inspired her inter- 
 course both with teachers and scholars. Her 
 very presence carried with it a serene at- 
 mosphere. Watchful she was, and efficient 
 in the administration of her trust; but it was 
 a potent mechanism that wrought without jar 
 or friction. She moved about the room, 
 going from form to form, distributing papers, 
 gathering the statistics of the day, inquiring 
 for absentees, or re-adjusting classes, as noise- 
 lessly as the breath of Spring steals through 
 a bed of flowers. I suppose that during the 
 fifteen years of her Superintendency, that 
 gentle voice was never once heard across the 
 room. 
 
 The last ten of these years were dedicated 
 
 to the school under circumstances which 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 35 
 
 most persons would have regarded as a suffi- 
 cient reason for declining active service 
 whether of this kind or any other. In the 
 fall of 1859, soon after our return from New- 
 port, where she had spent some twenty sum- 
 mers with us, she was suddenly attacked 
 with a most alarming illness. It revealed an 
 organic disease of the heart, of the existence 
 of which no one had any suspicion. As- 
 suming the form of congestion of the lungs, 
 it prevailed with such violence that for forty- 
 eight hours life and death seemed trembling 
 in the uncertain balance. Nothing was omit- 
 ted which the best medical skill and the most 
 affectionate nursing* could do, to avert a fatal 
 result. And by the mercy of God, she was 
 brought back as from the verge of the grave. 
 It was, however, to be an invalid for the rest 
 
 * Her own house was undergoing repairs. She was the 
 guest for the time of the late Mr. ROBERT EWING and his 
 wife, of whose kind attentions she ever retained a most 
 grateful recollection. Mr. Ewing was her mother’s half- 
 brother—a gentleman held in universal and merited esteem 
 
 in the best financial and social circles of our city. 
 
36 HARRIET HOLLOND, 
 
 of her days, and to suffer numerous attacks 
 from her insidious malady. Yet even in this 
 situation, she spared herself no labor which 
 might contribute to the well-being of the 
 Sunday-school. She kept her eye upon every 
 scholar. Most of them she was in the habit 
 of looking after in person. If they were sick, 
 she was certain to visit them. Unable for 
 some years before her death to walk even the 
 length of a square, her carriage was often 
 seen standing in front of the lowly houses of 
 the poor—and freighted with welcome con- 
 diments for the suffering inmates. 
 
 Nor this alone. Her purse was no less 
 open to the school. For many years, in the 
 schools of the Tenth Church as in some 
 others, Bibles and Testaments have been 
 given as rewards for the thorough learning of 
 the Catechisms. Several hundred of these 
 must have been presented—costly copies, 
 too. To this day it has never been an- 
 nounced where they came from. And there 
 are probably teachers, as there must be scores 
 
 of scholars, who suppose that they were sup- 
 
N MEMORIAM. 37 
 
 plied from the common treasury of the 
 schools, instead of being her personal gift. 
 
 In common with most intelligent Chris- 
 tians who have seen forty or fifty years, she 
 deplored the prevailing tendency to dis- 
 parage and neglect the committing of the 
 Scriptures to memory. By way of counter- 
 acting it, she offered a selection of various 
 works intrinsically valuable and in attractive 
 bindings, as premiums to such scholars as 
 should recite accurately certain prescribed 
 chapters of God’s Holy Word. ‘The tender 
 was not to those who might compass the 
 largest task; for the vicious principle of com- 
 petition she discarded: but to all who should 
 master the designated chapters—say twelve 
 in all, from as many different Books of the 
 Old and New Testaments, and: comprising 
 about two hundred and fifty verses. For 
 three successive years, a Sunday-morning 
 session in the month of April has been de- 
 voted to this ceremonial; and very beautiful 
 the spectacle has been. Some thirty or more 
 
 of these dear young persons have gathered 
 
38 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 around the desk, to hear a few simple words 
 of congratulation, and to receive the welcome 
 volumes at the Pastor's hand. How much 
 the generous author of this service rejoiced 
 in it, and with what silent thankfulness to 
 God, we may well imagine. But no stranger 
 could have divined that she had had any special 
 agency in the matter. Dropping into some 
 inconspicuous seat among scholars or visitors 
 indifferently, her chief solicitude appeared to 
 be to enjoy the scene without being noticed. 
 The very inscriptions in the books, defining 
 the object of the presentation, contained no 
 reference to her. Unmoved by my cogent 
 remonstrances, she persistently forbade the 
 mention of her name in these inscriptions ; 
 and more than once chided me for vaguely 
 alluding to her in my little addresses to the 
 children. This was part of her very being— 
 this instinctive shrinking from observation. 
 I am sure she must have had an intense fel- 
 low-feeling with that poor woman who, with 
 a trembling hand, touched the hem of the 
 Saviour’s garment. We shall see more of 
 
 this as we proceed. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 39 
 
 VII. 
 
 Tue Tenth Presbyterian Church has, from 
 its foundation in 1820, been rich in its female 
 membership. I have never known a congre- 
 gation more blest in this respect. Their 
 record may be photographed in three words, 
 —efficient without oficiousness. Think of a 
 large congregation going on prosperously for 
 forty years without developing or enlisting 
 a single “busy-body,” the bane of so many 
 societies, religious and secular. This noble 
 band of Christian ladies, without neglecting 
 other forms of benevolent action, have for 
 many years given their special attention to 
 the preparation of boxes of clothing for the 
 families of faithful Missionaries. A few figures 
 will show that they have secured to the con- 
 gregation they represent, an honorable pre- 
 
 eminence among our three thousand churches 
 
4O HARRIET HOLLOND: 
 
 in this interesting department of philanthropic 
 effort. From 1850 to 1870 the number of 
 boxes prepared and despatched by them has 
 been 220, comprising an aggregate of 55,800 
 different articles, and estimated, on a low 
 valuation, at $47,000. To this work Miss 
 HOLLOND gave her warmest sympathies, her 
 unwearied care, and her munificent benefac- 
 tions. When her house was enlarged and 
 renovated, eleven years ago, she had two ca- 
 pacious closets constructed for this specific 
 purpose,—one of them, lined with cedar, being ° 
 always known as the “ Missionary closet.” To 
 these depositories the whole Winter’s work of 
 the congregation found its way. The ladies 
 associated with her were glad to appropriate 
 ‘their time and money and industry to a cause 
 so near their hearts; while, on her part, she 
 was constantly purchasing goods, arranging 
 the work, and helping forward their plans in 
 every practicable way. She was not the of- 
 ficial Head of the Society. It had no such 
 Head. No one cared to be “ Président} and 
 
 she would not consent to be. She was the 
 
IN MEMORIAM. Al 
 
 Treasurer—a Treasurer who, after expending 
 the inadequate contributions received from the 
 congregation, uniformly supplied all deficien- 
 cies from her own purse. It was noticed by 
 the Managers that the Treasurer's Annual 
 Report always balanced to a farthing—a very 
 unusual result, which seemed to have its key 
 in a large item credited anonymously as “ Do- 
 
 b] 
 
 nations.’ believe no auditing committee ever 
 felt called upon to investigate this mysterious 
 entry; and it is certain the Treasurer volun- 
 teered no explanation. 
 
 By the close of April each year, the accu- 
 mulation of clothing, household goods, books, 
 medicines, toys, and notions, quite tested the 
 capacity of those spacious closets. From 
 numerous applications, the families of ten 
 ministers of the Gospel were selected with 
 much deliberation. On the appointed day, 
 the entire assortment of goods was carried 
 to the school-room of the church, giving 
 it the appearance for the time of a great 
 clothing warehouse. The members of the 
 
 Society, with many visitors, gathered in 
 
42 HARRIET HOLLOND: 
 
 force, and a few hours of hard but cheering 
 work saw the boxes packed and marked 
 and sent off to the Steamers "ang 
 roads. . Miss Hottonp was there early and 
 late on these Anniversaries; and while every 
 one (strangers not excepted) was exhilarated 
 by the spectacle, it is safe to presume that 
 there was a tide of quiet, grateful joy flowing 
 through that generous bosom to which no 
 words could have given expression. It was 
 to her what the joy of the harvest is to the 
 reaper. And this pleasure increased in vol- 
 ume as the return letters reached her—letters 
 from these men of God, describing the recep- 
 tion of the boxes, dilating upon the unex- 
 pected variety and amplitude of the supplies, 
 and affluent in thanksgivings to God and bene- 
 
 dictions upon the donors. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 43 
 
 ELT: 
 
 Her benevolent sympathies demanded yet 
 wider scope. Among many characteristic 
 passages marked in her Bible, is the opening 
 of the 41st Psalm: ‘‘ Blessed is he that con- 
 sidereth the poor.” How well she “consid- 
 ered the poor,” will not be fully revealed until 
 the myriads of the ransomed shall hear her 
 Saviour say to her, and others like her, “ In- 
 asmuch as ye have done it unto one of the 
 least of these my brethren, ye have done it 
 unto me.” But we have had some light on 
 this point, and are now to have more. 
 
 In the winter of 1857-8, one of the Elders 
 of my church (I could wish that all our 
 churches had Elders run in the same mould), 
 inviting the aid of two or three of his 
 
 brethren, commenced a meeting for social 
 
44 HARRIET HOLLOND: 
 
 prayer. Neighbors were attracted to the 
 place. Encouraging indications appeared. 
 At the end of two years (March, 1860), under 
 Miss HoLbonp’s auspices, a suitable house 
 in South Juniper Street was rented, and 
 a lady of my church, admirably qualified 
 for the task, was employed to superintend 
 operations. Having tested the plan for a 
 year or two, Miss Hottonp purchased the 
 premises, made needful alterations, pro- 
 vided suitable furnishings of all kinds, and 
 appropriated the whole to this truly phi- 
 lanthropic object. Such was the origin of 
 her “ JUNIPER STREET Mission.” Like every- 
 thing with which she had to do, it was 
 undertaken and prosecuted without trumpets 
 or cymbals. So far from this indeed, that 
 it is doubtful whether one-half the members 
 of my own church have to this day heard of 
 the existence of this noble charity. I never 
 knew her to speak of it in the ordinary inter- 
 course of society. She rarely alluded to it 
 even in the presence of those who might be 
 
 ranked among her intimate friends. Yet this 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 45 
 
 Mission was daily if not hourly upon her 
 mind. Its indispensable claims made large 
 draughts upon her time and means. She 
 watched its progress with a grateful heart; 
 and gathered strength and refreshment from 
 her personal visits to a field where others 
 “were doing so much good.” 
 
 The general plan of the Mission is this. 
 The lady in charge has for ten years devoted 
 her whole time to this work—a_ genuine 
 “Missionary” of the best type—a welcome 
 visitor in scores of humble houses. On cer- 
 tain evenings, weekly, there are gathered 
 around her a company of deserving women 
 who meet to receive religious instruction and 
 to sew. They number from sixty to seventy ; 
 a few of them, aged widows, but mostly 
 wives and mothers attended by their older 
 daughters. They are arranged in two sec- 
 tions, each having its own evening. The 
 germinal idea carried out in the system, is, 
 that women who are toiling at home and bur- 
 dened with household cares, should have 
 
 occupation that will, for the time, take them 
 
46 HARRIZAT HOLLOML, 
 
 out of themselves, and turn their sympathies 
 into fresh channels. Their evenings at the 
 Mission, therefore, have been given to other 
 families. In connection with a brief Scripture 
 lesson and devotional service, while listening 
 to the reading of some suitable book or direct 
 oral teaching, their busy needles are plied in 
 making up clothing for the Missionaries. 
 The ample stock of materials demanded by 
 this formidable corps of workers was sup- 
 plied by Miss Hottonp—the same materials 
 for quality and cost, with those purchased by 
 the Dorcas Society of the church. While 
 they gave their time and labor’to the cause 
 of benevolence, she could not allow them to 
 be losers by it. So a number of them were 
 engaged statedly, with other needle-women, 
 to make up her “ Missionary work,” both for 
 the “Church-boxes” and her own. Few 
 ladies in our city keep so many seamstresses 
 busy, or remunerate them so well. 
 
 Beside these exercises, the Superintendent 
 has a “ Sewing-class” for the young on Satur- 
 
 day afternoons. The sixty or seventy children | 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 47 
 
 of this class not only “sew for the Mission- 
 aries,” but cheerfully contribute their pennies 
 to buy “Libraries for the Missionary chil- 
 dren.” On Sunday afternoon at two o'clock, 
 she has an adult Bible-class. On Sabbath 
 evening the parlor has always been given up 
 to a religious service, conducted by that inde- 
 fatigable and self-denying friend of the enter- 
 prise, the Elder already mentioned, and a few 
 excellent brethren who “have a mind to the 
 work.” This service brings together many 
 of the husbands, sons, and brothers, of the 
 members of the Mission; and these have 
 shared in the rich blessing with which God 
 has crowned it. 
 
 Such in brief is the simple mechanism 
 which has been in operation in connection 
 with the “ JUNIPER STREET Mission,” for the 
 past decade. Its ultimate fruits will not be 
 disclosed until the last day. But there are 
 some statistics which it may be worth while 
 to put on record. The average number of 
 “members” attached to the Mission during 
 
 this period, has been sixty-seven. Average 
 
48 HARRIET HOLLOND. ~ 
 
 attendance upon the Bible-class, twenty- 
 eight. Average number of children at the 
 Saturday class, forty-five. The untiring 
 energy and conscientious fidelity of the 
 Superintendent, are illustrated in a journal 
 of about 6500 visits “from house to house,” 
 in addition to her manifold labors at “the 
 rooms.” Through the Divine mercy, thirty- 
 nine of those in attendance upon the services, 
 have been gathered into the Church; while 
 thirty-four boxes of clothing, worth at least 
 eight thousand dollars, have been made up 
 and sent to the Missionaries. 
 
 Let me add, that in writing the letters 
 which accompanied these boxes, it was 
 simply stated that they were sent “from a 
 Home Mission conducted by a few Ladies of 
 the Tenth Presbyterian Church.” In no in- 
 stance was I permitted to mention Miss 
 HOLLOND’s name. Often have I seen her 
 exult, on reading the grateful letters of the 
 recipients, that she had succeeded so well in 
 keeping herself out of sight in these trans- 
 
 actions. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 49 
 
 The results of the Mission, as indicated by 
 the foregoing figures, are of no trivial magni- 
 tude. But how imperfectly do figures and 
 words define the fruits of such an agency! 
 Who can grasp the ameliorating influence, 
 so manifold in its types and tendencies, which 
 has all the while been flowing along the wires 
 that have linked this Mission with its various 
 households? It has armed them against 
 temptation, reconciled them to _ privations, 
 sweetened their toil, solaced their sorrows, 
 augmented their pleasures, and helped to 
 make life a very different thing to them 
 from what it was ten years ago. Under any 
 circumstances such an Institution must be 
 fraught with untold good to its beneficiaries. 
 With its actual surroundings in this case, it 
 could only be compared to a spring of living 
 water in the desert. 
 
 Who could envy that dear child of God 
 the happiness she reaped from this secluded 
 but ever-verdant plantation? Her full har- 
 vest is still future. The sheaves must be 
 coming into the heavenly garners, now that 
 
 4 
 
50 HARRIET HOLLONE, 
 
 she is before the Throne,—and they will 
 continue to come in until seed-time and 
 harvest’ have run their round) @Bupeene 
 began to reap while she was sowing. It 
 was impossible, even with her deep humility, 
 to shut her eyes to the benign effects of the 
 Mission. These, it is true, she was predis- 
 posed to ascribe mainly to the two or three 
 friends who were actually doing the work. 
 But there was no disguising the fact, that 
 it was her bounty that founded and sustained 
 the Institution, and her enlightened judg- 
 ment that shaped its policy; while it was 
 to her, under Providence, her co-laborers 
 were indebted for the means and the oppor- 
 tunity of pursuing their philanthropic voca- 
 tion. Most gratefully did they and all con- 
 nected with them, appreciate her kindness, 
 Very pleasant it was to note the nameless 
 ways in which this feeling on their part, and 
 her tender regard for them, would gleam 
 out whenever she appeared among them. Of 
 one of these occasions, I must speak more 
 
 definitely. 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 5% 
 
 IX. 
 
 THe Christmas Holidays found meet ob- 
 servance at the Mission. It was always 
 arranged that clothing and bedding and 
 toys should be finished and prepared for 
 one or two boxes, just at this period. These 
 were displayed in one of the upper rooms. 
 .On the evening of the “ Festival,” the beloved 
 Founder and Patron of the Institution came 
 there to interchange cordial greetings with 
 its members. Unless detained by sickness, 
 there were no absentees. A brief religious 
 service opened the exercises—a hymn of 
 praise, a prayer, and a short address—all 
 taking their complexion from the cheerful 
 aspect of the densely-crowded rooms, hung 
 round with the fruits of their willing industry. 
 
 This concluded, we repaired to the parlor. 
 Tasteful hands had decorated it with pine 
 
52 HARRIET HOLLOND: 
 
 ~ 
 
 and holly. A spacious table, beautifully em- 
 bellished, was loaded with delicious viands 
 —substantial relishes, the choicest cakes and 
 ices, fresh fruits—precisely such a table and 
 supplied from the same caterers, as she was 
 accustomed to spread for her own friends at 
 home. The scene that presented itself when 
 the guests, arrayed in their best attire and 
 every face beaming with delight, were all 
 seated at the hospitable board and addressing 
 themselves to the “duty of the hour,” was 
 enough to thrill the heart even of a devotee 
 of fashionable pleasure, and make her question 
 whether, after all, money might not be turned 
 to some higher account than that of spend- 
 ing it upon a round of frivolous amusements. 
 But there were no such spectators there— 
 and scarcely any others. There was no space 
 for visitors. Miss HOoLLoND always invited a 
 few friends, chiefly young ladies, to “serve the 
 tables.’ She herself uniformly took the lead 
 in ‘waiting,’ and they were only too glad to 
 assist her. It was one of her pleasures to go 
 
 around the room, and pass the refreshments 
 
LN MEMORIAM. a 
 
 to her guests with her own hand, addressing 
 a word or two to each by name, and putting 
 up special parcels for their invalids at home. 
 Indeed, “parcels” were in profusion. For 
 when all had eaten and were full, there were 
 “fragments” enough remaining to send every 
 one away with a basket (or bag) filled to re- 
 pletion—The first set having retired, the 
 tables were speedily cleared and re-spread 
 exactly as before; and the same programme 
 was enacted with a second company. By 
 ten o’clock they had all gone—a bright and 
 grateful throng, with one more happy even- 
 ing to chronicle in the monotonous routine 
 of the year. 
 
 Of course the children were remembered. 
 On one of the Holiday-afternoons they were 
 punctually assembled at the Mission, not less 
 than seventy of them, to enjoy a Festival of 
 their own. It consisted, after a suitable pre- 
 lude, of three courses: first, refreshments 
 various and abundant: secondly, books: and 
 thirdly, a Christmas-tree bearing all manner 
 
 of gifts, each inscribed with its proper label. 
 
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54 HARRIET FICLLOND. 
 
 These it was the prerogative of their Bene- 
 factress to present in person. And as the little 
 creatures gathered around her, the facility 
 with which she addressed them by name, 
 showed that she was no stranger among 
 them. 
 
 Thus closed the Juniper Street Festivals. 
 There are many happy homes in our city 
 during the holidays: but it would have been 
 difficult to find one which contained such a 
 volume of happiness as was compressed for 
 those two days, year by year, into that hum- 
 ble mansion. And if giving be still better 
 than receiving, there was one bosom which 
 might well be filled with a joy as deep and 
 pure as any pilgrim may presume to hope for 
 this side of heaven. The genial scenes we 
 have been contemplating, derived their in- 
 spiration from the Master’s own teaching in 
 Luke xiv. 12-14. She understood it well. I 
 do not doubt she would have done just what 
 she did, had the gracious utterance closed 
 with the sentence—“ they cannot recompense 
 
 thee.” It was not “recompense” she sought: 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 55 
 
 rather did she find all the reward she craved, 
 in the ministration itself. All the more, for 
 this very reason, will the promise be verified 
 to her in its fulness—‘“ Thou shalt be recom- 
 pensed at the resurrection of the just.” Of 
 every debt of this kind incurred by His fol- 
 lowers, the Saviour says to the creditor, “ Put 
 that on mine account: I have written it with 
 mine own hand, I will repay it.” Is it not 
 marvellous that His people are so slow to 
 believe this? How, otherwise, can the fact 
 be explained, that while there are many thou- 
 sands of the wealthy who sit down at His 
 table, so few of them know the luxury of 
 spreading a table for His poor brethren and 
 sisters? Will it suffice at the last day to 
 plead that they sazd to them, “ Be ye warmed 
 and filled?” And do those who are trusting 
 to this, remember the “ Inasmuch, in. -the 
 25th chapter of Matthew ? 
 
56 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 X. 
 
 MERE generosity in money matters, does 
 not necessarily infer the highest moral ex- 
 cellence. Giving, as a Christian grace, is 
 secondary to some other graces. Miss Hot- 
 LOND thought very lightly of it in her own 
 case. Repeatedly has she said to me—“ Why 
 do you commend me so much for giving 
 away my money? I am simply consulting 
 my own happiness. I take far more pleasure 
 in giving it away, than I should in keeping 
 it.’ Had this been an isolated habit, a single 
 rose upon the stem, there might have been 
 force in the plea. But the stem was covered 
 with roses. There was not only giving but 
 doing. She not only sent but went. “To 
 her power I bear record, yea, and beyond 
 her power,” she ext about doing good. 
 
 While laboring under a valvular affection of 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 57 
 
 the heart, which exposed her to sudden and 
 dangerous illness at any moment of her life, 
 she sought no dispensation from active ser- 
 vice.* Though not able to walk, she could 
 ride, upon her errands of mercy. And into 
 whatever she did or said on behalf of the 
 Master’s cause, there was infused that sweet 
 and gracious spirit which impresses a double 
 value upon offices of kindness. Her liber- 
 ality, then, had its setting in a cluster of 
 choice jewels, which enhanced its intrinsic 
 lustre. That it was a gem, after its kind, of 
 the first water, cannot be disputed. 
 
 As she “sought her own happiness” in 
 giving away her income, so she gave it aH 
 away. She would have deemed it morally 
 wrong to put by a single fraction for accumu- 
 lation. I have often known her to carry her 
 benefactions so far that, for the time being, 
 she would not have money left for her 
 
 household expenses ;—and we have had our 
 
 
 
 * Within doors she found great relief from the use of a 
 very complete and costly e/evator which she introduced into 
 
 her house some years ago. ' 
 
58 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 pleasantry together over her impoverished 
 condition. While she was specially inter- 
 ested in the “ Missionary work,” as already 
 described, she was a stated contributor—one 
 of the largest contributors in our city—to the 
 several “ Boards” of the Church, and the other 
 objects which make their annual appeals to 
 our congregations. No collection could be 
 taken up amongst us, without betraying her 
 hand. She was a subscriber to most of the 
 benevolent societies and institutions carried on 
 by the Christian ladies of our city. And it 
 was a well-worn path which conducted to her 
 door, the representatives and agents of all 
 manner of religious, charitable, and literary 
 associations, who flock to the great towns for 
 pecuniary assistance. 
 
 Now and then some cause would present 
 itself, which took hold upon her sympathies 
 with signal power. Of this class may be 
 named that infant and excellent Institution, 
 the “ Home for Blind Women,’ in West Phila- 
 delphia. And, still more, the ‘“ Woman’s Union 
 Missionary Society of America for Heathen 
 
IN MEMORTA WM. 59 
 
 Lands.’ To this Society she had been a sub- 
 scriber for several years. But it had never 
 been adequately brought before our Chris- 
 tian people, until Miss Britran’s recent 
 visit. This admirable woman, endowed with 
 every gift and grace which could qualify her 
 for her work, after nine years of laborious 
 Service in Calcutta and other Indian cities, 
 was compelled to return home in quest of 
 health. To herself and her associates it was 
 a dark Providence. But He who does all 
 things well, soon turned their sorrow into 
 joy. After needful repose, Miss Brirran de- 
 voted the residue of her furlough to an active 
 agency in behalf of the Society. She travelled 
 extensively, visited many of the principal 
 cities, addressed Sunday-schools and Lecture- 
 room assemblages, and had daily parlor con- 
 ferences with Christian ladies. The most 
 indefatigable of workers, she was at the same 
 time clothed with a mantle of exquisite re- 
 finement and delicacy. Her addresses were 
 so marked with genuine womanly grace and 
 
 modesty, that the most fastidious hearers of 
 
60 HARRIET HOLLOND, 
 
 both sexes listened to her with undissembled : 
 delight. 
 
 ““Her voice was ever solt, 
 
 Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman :” 
 
 and with such effect did she use it in de- 
 picting the incredible wrongs of the High 
 Caste females of India—in relating what she 
 herself had seen and known”* of that prison- 
 life to which they are a consigned—that the 
 most cultivated audiences were impressed 
 and affected beyond anything I have ever 
 witnessed at “ Missionary meetings.” This 
 may be readily tested by the results. Not 
 only were scores—probably hundreds—of 
 new ‘“ Bands” formed as auxiliaries to the 
 parent Society, but the influence of these ser- 
 vices must be more or less recognized in the 
 fact that several of the Christian denomina- 
 tions have, during the past summer, organized 
 (or enlarged) Zenxana Societies of their own, 
 
 under the sanction. of their supreme eccle- 
 
 
 
 * See her little volume called ** KARDOO.”’ 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 61 
 
 siastical authorities. Miss Britran has just 
 returned to Calcutta with a corps of fresh 
 laborers, happy and grateful in the assurance 
 that her two years of “sick-leave” have, by 
 God’s blessing, done more for her oppressed 
 ““Hindoo Ladies,” than she could have ac- 
 complished for them by twenty years of toil 
 in going from Zenana to Zenana. 
 
 It was not possible that Miss HoLtonp 
 should meet Miss BrirTan, as she did, in 
 private, and listen to her at social and public 
 meetings, without becoming deeply interested. 
 woener as indeed to all of us, the miseries 
 revealed by the opening of the sealed doors 
 of the Zenanas, were as new, as startling, and 
 as revolting, as were the horrible secrets dis- 
 closed to statesmen and philanthropists when 
 John Howard threw open to them the prison- 
 world of Europe. She took instant measures 
 for organizing auxiliaries in our own school, 
 a service in which she had the prompt and 
 hearty co-operation of all the teachers and 
 scholars. She provided for a wide circula- 
 
 tion of the “ Missionary Link,” the organ of 
 
62 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 the Society. She made generous donations 
 to its Treasury. And sitting down soon after 
 (we may now add) fo the solemn, religious 
 act of writing her Will, she left the Society 
 a munificent legacy, to be applied to the sup- 
 
 port of a Zenana teacher and kindred objects. 
 
 XI. 
 
 But even offices of this kind are quite in- 
 adequate to exhibit the real grace and charm 
 of her benevolence. She gave where others 
 gave, and more than most others. But the 
 measure and methods of her bounty took 
 on no stereotype forms. It percolated or 
 poured itself, as might be, into very numerous 
 channels, some of which it had entirely to 
 itself, and all characteristic of the thoughtful 
 kindness of her heart. While writing this 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 63 
 
 very paragraph, the postman has brought me 
 a letter of sympathy from one of her old, at- 
 tached friends, living at the West, which says: 
 “Her name is reverenced here not only in 
 our family, but in our little church, which is 
 indebted to her for several precious dona- 
 tions of Library-books, a Communion service, 
 and, for the last three years, fifty dollars an- 
 nually towards our Pastor’s salary. Indeed, 
 but for this subscription, we could not have 
 kept our minister here, and I know not where 
 we are now to look for help.” This case may 
 be allowed to stand for many of its kind, and 
 the zuds were many. 
 
 How cordially she entered into the genial 
 spirit of the Christmas Holidays, we have 
 seen in part, and only in part. The Juniper 
 Street Festivals were far from exhausting 
 her bounty. She welcomed the season as 
 one for remembering her /vends, and, with 
 them, others far and near in whom, for 
 whatever reason, she felt an interest. To my 
 personal knowledge, the Christmas-gifts she 
 
 sent out every year, some of them of great 
 
64 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 value, amounted to several scores. Where 
 there are large family-circles, the numerical 
 count may sometimes equal and even exceed 
 this. But those are cases, usually, in which 
 gifts are exchanged. Were, there were no 
 ties of blood; and, with very few excep- 
 tions, there was, and could be, no “ex. 
 change.” The feet of the messenger sien 
 from her house, not towards it. Nor was 
 this one of those pools which an angel 
 came down to trouble once a year. It was 
 never still. Now she would fix her eye 
 upon some youth of respectable but not 
 wealthy parentage, and in a delicate way 
 supply the funds for sending him to college 
 or the Theological Seminary. Now she 
 would educate some deserving young girl, and 
 thus qualify her to support herself by teach- 
 ing, or fit her, as has happened more than 
 once, to fill an important and responsible 
 position in society. Here, after sustaining an 
 invalid for years, she would, on her recov- 
 ery, present her with a piano that she might 
 
 give music-lessons. There, she would send 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 65 
 
 a monthly allowance to pay the rent of 
 some suffering woman, or some too popu- 
 lous household. Many a time has she said 
 to me:—“I want youto help me. There’s a 
 family so and so that really need assistance. 
 I want to do something for them. How 
 shall I go about it?” Hundreds of times 
 have I gone to her on behalf of such cases, 
 and cases of every kind in town and country, 
 Momoreand >outh, far and near. She never 
 refused me. She never gave reluctantly. 
 She never gave less than I wanted. She has 
 often pressed me to take more than I would 
 consent to take. It was one of her pleasures, 
 to “stretch out her hand to the poor; yea, 
 to reach forth her hands to the needy.” And 
 in this blessed ministration, while she cheered 
 the gray hairs, she did not overlook the 
 children. How often has she invited to a 
 drive some child, a stranger in town, who 
 would not be likely to see the environs in 
 any other way! How often has she gone 
 with her carriage to give some poor, sick 
 Sunday-scholar, quite unused to that sort of 
 
 5 
 
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 65 HARRIET HOLLOCNG: 
 
 equipage, a breath of fresh air! And the 
 zest with which she would rehearse to me 
 the surprises and the delight of her little pas- 
 sengers, and the incidents of the drive, never 
 failed to invest her noble nature, as I listened 
 to her, with an air of still higher grace and 
 beauty. I could not repress. the feeling— 
 “Surely if the mind which was in Christ, the 
 spirit that reigns among the ransomed in 
 glory—-be anywhere on earth, it must be 
 
 here.” 
 
 oles 
 
 I am tempted just here to dilate upon the 
 ineffable value of such a friend to a Pastor, in 
 his official work. Whole sheaves of appeals 
 for aid come to us, which we are at a loss how 
 to deal with. To spread before our people a 
 fourth part even of those which are really 
 
 meritorious, is simply impossible. What a 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 67 
 
 privilege it is to have some one at hand to 
 whom we can take all cases of this sort with 
 perfect freedom; one who is as ready to 
 listen, as we to speak; and more ready to 
 give, than we to ask! This has been one of 
 the comforts of my pastoral life for more 
 than thirty years. It has fallen to the lot of 
 some of my brethren also. One of them ina 
 neighboring city, a brother greatly beloved of 
 God and man, my life-long friend, is blessed 
 with the presence, in his ever-prosperous 
 church, of a kindred spirit whose benefac- 
 tions, large or small, he can ask as freely as 
 he gives his own. Leaving out of account all 
 the other elements which pertain to it, the 
 price of such a woman in this relation alone 
 
 ) 
 
 is “far above rubies;” or (with Solomon’s 
 
 leave) diamonds either. But I pass this 
 by. 
 
 With reference to the considerate kindness 
 which, as just related, inspired Miss Hot- 
 LOND’S care for the well-being of many whom 
 no one else would have thought of as needing 
 
 aid, or being within reach of it, there can be 
 
68 HARRIET, FIOL LOG. 
 
 no occasion for reverting to the privacy which 
 veiled her benefactions. Beyond a question, 
 there could have been no lack of these gen- 
 erous offices which were concealed from 
 every eye but God’s, Of the réstvanlance 
 proportion were disclosed only to a single 
 friend; and ~¢hat, sometimes because she 
 wanted counsel, and sometimes because the 
 agency of a third party was necessary to 
 carry her plans into effect. If what she did 
 in this regard ever came abroad, it was not of 
 her connivance. She had learned the lesson 
 well (of course it is marked in her Bible), 
 ‘Tet another praise thee and not thine own 
 mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.” 
 Knowing all I did of the secret as well as 
 open streams of bounty which had _ their 
 source, under God, in that benevolent breast, 
 I have more than once been amused in watch- 
 ing the effect produced upon her by some 
 voluble disciple, who has seated himself by 
 her side to regale her with a glowing narra- 
 tive of his (or her) extraordinary achieve- 
 ments and benefactions in the field of Chris- 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 69 
 
 tian effort. It was the old story of Talkative 
 and Christian over again. And the uniform 
 result with her, was, to make her draw the 
 folds of her humility and modesty, if possible, 
 still more closely around her. 
 
 These were the comely vestments in which 
 she walked along the narrow path. No one 
 ever saw her clad in any others. Large sup- 
 plies of daily grace there must have been to 
 keep down so thoroughly all self-complacency. 
 For love, no less than hate, is a test of char- 
 acter. And one who leads the life that she 
 did, must needs be loved. She did not seek 
 it: it came to her. And it came from every 
 quarter. For she could go nowhere without 
 displaying unconsciously the good sense, the 
 refinement, the unselfishness, and the sym- 
 pathy, which were part of her being. And 
 these were qualities to win esteem even from 
 strangers. In the church of which she was 
 an ornament, and through a wide circle ex- 
 tending much beyond it, the universal senti- 
 ment with which she was regarded, was that 
 
 of deep, reverential affection. Every one 
 
70 HARRIET *HOLLOAG 
 
 revered her. Every one loved ieraaa iene: 
 “was no one amongst us so much revered and 
 loved. It was the spontaneous homage of all 
 hearts to one who was clearly seen to have 
 put aside the thought of self, and to be living 
 for the good of others. Craving no distinc- 
 tion, exacting no attention, courting seclu- 
 sion rather, and having no solicitude nor aim 
 beyond that of doing good in her own tran- 
 quil way, she could not elude the inevitable 
 law, “He that humbleth himself shall be 
 exalted.” It has been my privilege to meet 
 with a large number of Christian women, the 
 lineal descendants of those mentioned in such 
 passages as Luke viii. 3; Acts 1. 14; Mark 
 xiv. 3, and xvi. 1. Affluent in the graces of 
 the Spirit, and abounding in the fruits of 
 righteousness, their rich adornment has been 
 the signatures of the Divine friendship, and 
 they have enjoyed the merited esteem and 
 confidence of all who were associated with 
 them. But aside from the rare symmetry of 
 her character and the beautiful consistency of 
 
 her example, there were two considerations 
 
IN MEMORTAM. aI 
 
 which attempered the universal affection cher- 
 ished for Miss HoLtonp, with a sort of ten- 
 derness I have observed, to the same extent, 
 in no other case. These were—frst, the recol- 
 lection of that long series of bereavements 
 which had blighted her home, and left her 
 literally alone in the world: and, secondly, 
 the precarious condition of her health as 
 betrayed to the eye of every observer, by the 
 extremely slow and cautious step with which 
 she moved about in the Sunday-school room 
 and elsewhere, and walked to and fro along the 
 half-square that separated her house from the 
 church—the longest distance she attempted 
 for several years. Here was a visible token of 
 the slender and brittle tie upon which that 
 precious life was suspended. And the blend- 
 ing of these two elements served to endear 
 her more and more to all who knew her, 
 down to the day that she was summoned 
 home. But this wealth of sympathy and 
 affection which flowed in upon her, instead 
 of fostering pride, seemed rather to intensify 
 the feeling of self-distrust and unworthiness 
 
 which pervaded her whole character. 
 
42 HARRIET FiOL LOND, 
 
 XIIL. 
 
 Tue readers of this imperfect MEMORIAL 
 will naturally wish to learn something more 
 about the zzzer fe of one who bore so much 
 of the Saviour’s image. It is a subject upon 
 which my words must be few, and, if possi- 
 ble, well chosen,—and that, for two reasons. 
 Miss HoLtonp’s sensitiveness on this point 
 was extreme. She had a series of manu- 
 script volumes in which were recorded her 
 private memoranda for a considerable term 
 of years. Resolved that the sanctity of this 
 journal should not be infringed, she gave both 
 oral and written directions that these books 
 should be burned immediately on her death. 
 The order was obeyed. ' Her reticenceian 
 speaking of her religious exercises, was such 
 that to only a single friend (so I suppose) did 
 she ever open her lips on the subject. With 
 
LIN MEMORIAM. ra 
 
 him she conversed often and freely. That 
 confidence must not be abused. 
 
 The second reason is supplied by the gen- 
 eral tenor of those conversations. It may be 
 permitted me so far to refer to them, as to 
 indicate the type of her religious experience. 
 For it will comfort the host of “bruised 
 reeds” in the church, to know that she was 
 
 of them. Her sister FANNy had 
 
 ‘«Trod the same path to heaven.”’ 
 
 Both were by nature of a pensive cast. Both 
 were so filled with the spirit of the Publican, 
 that they shrank from appropriating the 
 Divine mercy. With both, their spiritual 
 exercises borrowed a tinge of sadness from 
 physical causes. To the younger sister there 
 came a day of ransom, some three years be- 
 fore her death. I cannot think that I shall 
 wrong the memory of that dear saint, by 
 allowing her own pen to record the auspicious 
 event, and her characteristic mode of ac- 
 
 knowledging the Divine goodness. In a note 
 
74 HARRIET HOLLOWS. 
 
 addressed to me at the time (Dec. 1839), after 
 alluding to those “whose natural disposition 
 and abilities prevent them from engaging in 
 plans of more active usefulness,” she says :— 
 “With a grateful sense in lively exercise of 
 the deliverance (for such I begin to believe it 
 to be) which I have myself experienced within 
 the last few months, you will not be surprised 
 to hear that the condition of those who may 
 be suffering, as I have been for years, from 
 low and inadequate views of the character of 
 our Saviour, is very near my heart; and that 
 the circulation of a book on this subject, was 
 the first that suggested itself as an appropriate 
 object for my shank-offering. It would be 
 exceedingly gratifying to me to select for this 
 purpose something which, under God, has 
 been blessed to my own soul.” She goes on 
 to ask my consent to the stereotyping and 
 publishing, in a small volume, of two ser- 
 mons on Matt. xii. 20, “believing that such 
 a book, accompanied with prayer for the Di- 
 vine blessing, would redound to the honor 
 
 and glory of our common Lord and Re- 
 
N MEMORIAM. 75 
 
 deemer.” Carefully keeping herself in the 
 background, she sets apart a generous sum 
 (two hundred and fifty dollars) to carry the 
 plan into effect. 
 
 In quoting this narrative, | am conscious of 
 no motive but a desire to illustrate the Chris- 
 tian piety of this desponding, rejoicing disci- 
 ple; and to magnify the grace which shone 
 forth in her “deliverance.” To her precious 
 sister it was allotted to wrestle for a much 
 
 longer period 
 
 ** With sins, and doubts, and fears.’’ 
 
 Although not kept for years in the same fiery 
 furnace, she was no stranger to the spiritual 
 conflicts through which fanny Lickersteth* 
 made her way to glory. “Dear child!” said 
 that most eloquent of English preachers, Dr. 
 M‘Neile, after leaving the room of this suffer- 
 ing saint; “there is a spectacle to men and 
 angels carrying on upon that bed. I doubt 
 
 not she is doing more for the glory of God, 
 
 
 
 * « DOING AND SUFFERING.”’ 
 
76 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 than many of us in the fore-front of the 
 battle.” I have looked more than once upon 
 a kindred scene, and with a similar feeling. 
 A prevailing hope there was, and of late years, 
 ordinarily peace,—peace and hope nourished 
 by no meagre appropriation of her daily 
 hours to the word of God and the throne of 
 grace. It was noticeable to her old friends, 
 that she had attained what might be called a 
 settled air of cheerfulness. Life was unques- 
 tionably brighter and sweeter to her than it 
 had -been, ~ But, there was still, below the 
 surface, an undertone of plaintive feeling, a 
 sadness, sometimes, which linked the present 
 with the past. It was rarely that the Sun of 
 Righteousness shone down upon her path 
 from a sky absolutely cloudless. 
 
 Have we any key to this mystery ?—for 
 mystery it is. Something bearing upon the 
 point has been suggested. The unerring Word 
 teaches us that God often leaves a child of 
 light to walk for awhile in darkness. (See 
 Isaiah |. 10.) If we may judge from obser- 
 
 vation, this is one of His usual methods where 
 
IN MEMORIAM. ny 
 
 He would train His children for eminent use- 
 fulness. It is in the bitter conflict with sin 
 and temptation, they discover their own weak- 
 nesses, learn more of the fulness and freeness 
 of Divine grace, and gain new views of the 
 patience and tenderness of the Redeemer. 
 These supply fresh motives to gratitude and 
 obedience, as they also help to qualify His 
 people for functions which demand precisely 
 such a tutelage. Every one perceives this in 
 so far as the Church militant is concerned. 
 But there are examples which have no ad- 
 equate solution from anything we see in the 
 present life; believers, upon whose intense 
 and protracted spiritual sufferings, the outward 
 course of God’s providence sheds very little 
 light. Peradventure this thought may alle- 
 viate the difficulty. Discipline is in order to 
 service. Discipline ends with earth. Service 
 never ends. May it not be—must it not be— 
 that the painful discipline visited upon these 
 humble, doubting, oppressed, souls, and contin- 
 ued so long, is designed to train them for some 
 
 glorious ministry on high? “ Visited upon 
 
78 HARRIET HOLLOW: 
 
 them,” I say. For while we may not deny. 
 that the misgivings of these timid disciples 
 are largely traceable to unbelief; while it is 
 clear that they ought to discard their “low and 
 inadequate views of the Saviour,” to take God 
 at His word, and appropriate the perfect lib- 
 erty for which their hearts are yearning; it is 
 no less true, that hope and peace and joy are 
 the heritage of those only upon whom God 
 bestows them. Like all other spiritual mer- 
 cies, He bestows them in answer to prayer. 
 Thus St. Paul intercedes on behalf of the 
 Christians at Rome :—“ Now the God of hope 
 fill you with all joy and peace in believing, 
 that ye may abound in hope through the 
 power of the Holy Ghost.” In general such 
 prayers as this, no doubt, bring down the de- 
 sired blessing. But with the annals of the 
 Church before us, no one will venture to con- 
 trovert the position, that our infinitely wise 
 and condescending Father exercises His sov- 
 ereignty as well in communicating these 
 graces as in everything else, “dividing to 
 
 each one severally as He will.” Nor is it 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 79 
 
 less apparent that those humble, devout dis- 
 ciples of whom we are speaking, while miss- 
 ing the full measure of joy and peace attained 
 Dyetmany believers, excel them, often, in a 
 deeper experience of the evil of sin and of 
 the craft of Satan, and in the sense they have 
 of the matchless beauty and glory of the 
 Saviour’s Person. . Is it a fond conceit that all 
 this may be intended to fit them for some 
 exalted service near His throne to which, for 
 reasons beyond our grasp, the triumphant 
 Great-Flearts of the Church would not be so 
 well suited? However that may be, it is de- 
 lightful to think of the unutterable joy with 
 which these weary pilgrims will learn at 
 length that they have right to the tree of 
 life, and may enter in through the gates into 
 the city, and see A/zs face whom, unseen, they 
 loved; and with what loud acclaim they will 
 
 sing,— 
 
 ‘«We tread His heaven our earth who trod; 
 We wear His robes our flesh who wore: 
 -O Son of Man! O Son of God! 
 
 THOU art our own: we ask no more.”’ 
 
80 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 For one or two years our dear friend 
 had been losing ground. Her strength was 
 slowly declining, and her asthmatic symp- 
 toms became more decided. The unexam- 
 pled heat of the season was telling upon her. 
 Early in July she took cold and was confined 
 to her bed for several days. On Wednesday 
 the 20th of that month she went with us to 
 Cresson, where we had spent every summer 
 together since ’61. A mournful event directly 
 occurred. Our friends Mr. GEORGE C. FRAN- 
 ciscus and his family were our fellow-trav- 
 ellers to Cresson. Already in very delicate 
 health, he was taken sick the night of our 
 arrival. Early on Saturday the crowded 
 hotel was thrilled with the announcement 
 that he had died that morning. Miss Ho t- 
 
 LOND had, prior to this, assimilated her own 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 81 
 
 condition to his—nor was she alone in this 
 impression. The sudden termination of his 
 case affected her deeply: first, in her sym- 
 pathy for his bereaved family; and, sec- 
 ondly, in its bearing upon herself. That 
 very day she said to me with strong emo- 
 tion, “I shall die just as Mr. Franciscus has 
 died."—On Monday I came to town to con- 
 duct the services at his funeral. The large 
 concourse who were present, many of them 
 from distant parts of the State, attested the 
 high estimate in which he was held, and the 
 wide-spread sorrow for his death. He was, 
 indeed, a man greatly and deservedly beloved. 
 
 Ieteturned to Cresson. on. Wednesday 
 evening, and that night Miss HoLLonp ex- 
 perienced what seemed to be a severe attack 
 of indigestion. It was really a new develop- 
 ment of her subtle heart-disease. By a good 
 Providence, among the guests at the hotel was 
 one of Our eminent physicians,—Dr. GEORGE 
 W. Norris, a gentleman who combines the 
 most refined sensibilities and the utmost 
 amenity of manners, with professional skill 
 
 6 
 
82 HARRIET FOLLOND. 
 
 and experience which form a part of the Medi- 
 cal fame of our city. Although himself in 
 feeble health, he came promptly, on being in- 
 vited, to the relief of our dear invalid, and, 
 after that, allowed no day to pass without 
 seeing her twice. His visits were a source of 
 real comfort to her, and she daily expressed 
 to me her grateful sense of his kindness. At 
 the end of a week, all the adverse symptoms 
 were abated, and we noted with thankfulness 
 a marked amelioration in her general condi- 
 tion. Unable to retain more than the slightest 
 measure of nourishing food, her strength had 
 declined rapidly: she was extremely restless ; 
 and got but a little sleep. Now we hoped for 
 better things—all but herself. At a very 
 early period of her illness, she said to me— 
 “T know my own situation better than any one 
 else can know it. I am not going to recover.” 
 And then she gave me several directions 
 respecting domestic matters and her funeral. 
 To these apprehensions, neither myself nor 
 any one of the little group around her, could 
 
 respond. Had the attack come in the form with 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 83 
 
 which we were only too familiar, we should 
 have known how to estimate it. As it was, 
 we could not believe that it was a dangerous 
 illness. We looked forward to her recovery 
 with a confidence naturally increased when, 
 to our eyes, the crisis had passed, and it re- 
 mained only to build up her strength. But 
 God was preparing His child for her departure. 
 Her own thoughts were still of death. For 
 three brief days more we were permitted to 
 indulge the expectation of her recovery, when, 
 on the following Monday evening, she sud- 
 denly grew worse. With the early morning 
 of Tuesday (August 9) we were gathered 
 around her. About three o’clock she said to 
 me—“Oh, Mr. B., I’ve been very sick; but I 
 feel better now: I think it is passing off.” 
 Mindful to the last of the comfort of others, 
 she added—‘“ Do you go back to your bed, 
 and [ll turn over and go to sleep.” This was 
 faseewhat she “did. She went to sleep. A 
 peaceful sleep it was—broken only once, when 
 she replied intelligently:to a question of Dr. 
 Norris. With her head slightly drooping and 
 
84 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 resting upon my hand, in a few minutes more 
 the gentle breathing ceased, and another pure > 
 spirit had joined the company of the re- 
 deemed. | 
 
 During these twelve days of sickness, the 
 nursing had devolved almost wholly upon 
 
 d) 
 
 one of her faithful “ girls,’ her constant at- 
 tendant in her summer excursions for seven- 
 teen years. Day and night was she at her 
 side. Always with her in her illnesses, she 
 understood her ways better than any one 
 else, and could more readily anticipate her 
 wishes. With quiet step and efficient hand 
 she pursued her anxious ministration—never 
 impatient and never wearied. How well she 
 fulfilled that sacred trust, found fit expression 
 one day when the grateful sufferer, touched _ 
 by her unceasing and affectionate offices of 
 kindness, called her by name and exclaimed 
 out of the depths of a thankful heart, “I love 
 you like a sister.” The consciousness that 
 she contributed so much to mitigate the 
 
 trials of that last illness and to smooth the 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 85 
 
 dying pillow of one so beloved of God, will 
 be a well-spring of comfort to her through 
 life. 
 
 My own family were present from the be- 
 ginning. Another of her intimate friends, 
 Mrs. JuDGE Joneses, of Philadelphia, came to 
 Cresson a few days before: the closing scene, 
 and received a cordial welcome. Entering at 
 once with a genuine sympathy into the exi- 
 gencies of the case, she gladly brought to her 
 relief all the resources of her practical wis- 
 dom, her high culture, her profound religious 
 experience, and that strengthening aid which 
 it is the rare faculty of some persons to com- 
 municate by their very presence. With 
 unfeigned thankfulness did our dear invalid 
 acknowledge the goodness of God in bringing 
 her friend to her at this crisis. 
 
 Of her own exercises it must suffice to 
 say, that in the first stages of her illness, she 
 did not escape those sharp conflicts with 
 unbelief and doubt, which so often harass 
 for a time even the most matured believers 
 
 on a bed of sickness. Afterward she en- 
 
86 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 joyed more peace. Habitually was she seek- 
 ing light and strength and filial confidence 
 and an assured hope, at the mercy-seat. 
 Although painfully oppressed with the fluc- 
 tuating pulsation, the embarrassed breathing, 
 and the all but insupportable exhaustion and 
 restlessness, which at times marked her case, 
 no one heard a murmur of impatience from 
 her lips. Her whole tone throughout was 
 that of unquestioning submission to the will 
 of her Heavenly Father :—“ Not my will, but 
 Thine, be done!” And those sweet breathings 
 of devotion addressed to “her dear, precious 
 Saviour,’ with which her soft voice would 
 break the stillness of the night-watches,—can 
 we doubt, that He heard the gentle cry, and 
 revealed Himself to her as tenderly as He 
 did to Mary in the Garden, and assured her 
 at length that He was er Redeemer, and hers 
 
 forever ? 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 87 
 
 XV. 
 
 Mr. Rosert Ewinc, long an invalid, had 
 died just three months before. It has been 
 already mentioned that this upright and ex- 
 cellent man was Miss HoLionp’s step-uncle. 
 On returning from his obsequies, she said to 
 me :—‘“I shall not have a single relative to 
 follow me to the grave.’ “You may have 
 no relatives, Harriet,’ was my reply, “but 
 there will be no lack of mourners.’ This 
 was fully verified on the afternoon of the 12th 
 of August. The throng that pressed into 
 every part of that beautiful but desolate man- 
 sion, wore an aspect of unwonted sadness— 
 unwonted, even for a funeral occasion. It 
 comprised all her personal friends who were 
 in the city, and a concourse of the poor. Her 
 “Juniper Street women” were there in force. 
 
 No one came, apparently, from barren respect 
 
88 HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 or courtesy. The anomaly was presented of 
 a large house filled, not with conventional 
 but real mourners, although no tie, even of 
 remote consanguinity, had been sundered as 
 toa single individual among them. But other 
 sacred ties had been ruptured. ‘‘ This woman 
 was full of good works and almsdeeds which 
 she did:” and many were the widows and. 
 children who now came to weep around the 
 bier of their best earthly friend. Nor these 
 alone. ‘‘ The rich and the poor met together” 
 in this scene, and commingled their tears 
 over their common loss. Appropriate ex- 
 pression was given to the general grief in the 
 impressive funeral services, which were con- 
 ducted by the Rev. Dr. W. M. Rice and the 
 Rev. SAMUEL T. Lowriz. ‘And then we bore 
 the precious remains to Laurel Hill, and laid 
 them to rest among her kindred—there to 
 await the coming of the Lord. 
 
 As I describe these closing scenes, there 
 lies before me in HarRIET’s writing, a copy of 
 a letter sent to her from a distant city just 
 after her sister Fanny’s death (Oct. 1842), by 
 
LIN MEMORTAM. 89 
 
 a near relative of my own, to whom she had 
 paid a visit that summer. It is so singularly 
 and touchingly applicable to the elder sister, 
 that it may serve as another clasp to bind 
 these two sweet names together in my simple 
 narrative. 
 
 “With regard to the inquiry made by you 
 relative to FANNY’s particular state of mind 
 last summer, I know not that I can give you 
 any further information than you already pos- 
 sess. She did not unfold her whole heart to 
 me: and when she did give expression to 
 her personal feelings and personal griefs, it 
 was with a painful effort. She suffered much, 
 as was quite evident to me; though some- 
 times, I doubt not, the worship of the Sanc- 
 tuary in which she delighted, of the place of 
 prayer where, if strength allowed, she always 
 wished to resort, and her private seasons of 
 devotion, were severally a balm and consola- 
 tion to her heart. Sometimes, too, I believe 
 my words of comfort and hope ministered to 
 her enjoyment, and until the conflict of feel- 
 
 ing occasioned by that sore trial threw her 
 
gO HARRIET HOLLOND. 
 
 back, there was an evident and decided in- 
 crease of serenity and cheerfulness. 
 
 “T cannot lay my finger precisely on this 
 or that expression or demonstration of feel- 
 ing: but there was that about Fanny Ho t- 
 LOND which makes me about as sure that she 
 is in heaven to-day as Iam of my own exist- 
 ence. There was a deadness to the world; 
 the bowing of an humble and contrite spirit 
 before God; a universal spirit of meekness 
 and love; a relish for spiritual things; a con- 
 stant looking upward towards heaven when 
 she was not looking downward as she oftener 
 was (while with us) into her own heart, and 
 backward upon her life, casting upon both, 
 not the accustomed self-complacent glance of 
 many a professing Christian, but the self- 
 loathing look of a soul that views itself in the 
 light of eternity,—tokens like these there were 
 which could not be misinterpreted. Doubt- 
 less disease had much to do with her peculiar 
 views at that time. But the contrition and 
 the humility were not the effect of circum- 
 
 stance. They were ingrained in the very text- 
 
IN MEMORIAM. gl 
 
 ure of her character; and Fanny could no 
 more have thought more highly of herself 
 than she ought to think (I speak it reverently, 
 not forgetting that none here ‘have already 
 attained or are already perfect’) than one of 
 the saints above could glory in his graces or 
 achievements. And why? Because the same 
 grace which keeps those bright spirits hum- 
 ble, had made and kept her humble also.” 
 
 How striking the coincidence in the re- 
 ligious experience of these sisters! And how 
 joyful has been the reunion between the two 
 who had “gone before,’ and her who has 
 now joined them! Deep were the draughts 
 they had taken of earthly sorrow. Alike 
 had they been 
 
 “tossed about 
 
 
 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 
 Fightings and fears within, without.” 
 
 Through all vicissitudes, even in the 
 “cloudy and dark days” of their pilgrimage, 
 not one of them faltered in that grateful, 
 
 tender devotion to the Saviour which would 
 
Q2 HARRIET HOLLOND, 
 
 have made her prize it as the sweetest of all 
 ministries, to be permitted to wash His feet 
 with her tears and wipe them with the hairs 
 of her head. And now, these sorrows and 
 temptations ended, they are together before 
 His throne, the blessedness of each enhanced 
 by the others’ redemption, and all filled with 
 “joy unspeakable and full of glory.” Surely 
 if there be any one class among the ransomed 
 to whom heaven will be more welcome than 
 to any others, it will be those whom the 
 Church so well knows and loves and cher- 
 ishes as her “bruised reeds.” These precious 
 sisters, upon whose paths there lingers still 
 the softened radiance of the better country, 
 what pen shall describe or heart conceive 
 the fulness of their bliss, in exchanging the 
 conflicts and trials of earth for the “ Saints’ 
 Everlasting Rest?” Together do they bow 
 “before the throne of God and serve Him day 
 and night in His temple; and He that sitteth 
 on the throne shall dwell among them. They 
 shall hunger no more, neither thirst any 
 
 ‘more, neither shall the sun light on them, 
 
LN MEMORIAM. 93 
 
 nor any heat. 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 
 eves:’ 
 
 “For brightest, Lord, on weeping eyes, 
 The Happy Fields do break ; 
 Those golden gates, those smiling skies, 
 
 Thy mourners gladdest make. 
 
 ‘‘ How eager to the Realm of Rest 
 The weary pilgrims come; 
 What hearts like hearts forlorn, are blest 
 
 In the sweet Heavenly Home! 
 
 ‘‘'These tears, these pains 
 
 
 
 what bliss they wake 
 The Happy Fields among! 
 How sweet, how rapturous they make 
 
 The everlasting song! 
 
 “The memory of these mournful years 
 The heavenly joy fulfils; 
 
 More sad and lone the Vale of Tears, 
 More bright the Eternal Hills.” 
 

 
PG oN Le, 
 
 I. 
 
 Ir seems proper to include in this volume, the 
 following just and beautiful tribute from the pen 
 of Mrs. JupGE JONEs, which was published soon 
 after Miss HoLtonn’s decease :— 
 
 OBTTUARY. 
 
 Died, at Cresson, Pa., on Tuesday the goth inst., HARRIET 
 HOLLOND, of Philadelphia. An obituary notice, a tribute 
 to the departed, is sometimes a mark of respect, sometimes 
 a sense of what is due to human character, sometimes the 
 overflow of a loving heart. This tribute embraces more— 
 even gratitude to God for such a representation of Gospel 
 living, for such a light, such a lover of the human race, 
 such a “‘ feeder of the hungry, and clother of the naked, 
 and visitor of the sick;’’ such a strong arm and open hand 
 in the Church of Christ, such a full and complete exempli- 
 fication of a “true friend,’”’ that character so rarely found 
 
 in the walks of life. No language can portray this char- 
 
 (95) 
 
96 : APPENDIX. 
 
 acter as she stands in her deep humility, clothed in all the 
 grace which her loving Lord so lavishly bestowed upon her. 
 Born in the bosom of the Presbyterian Church, reared under 
 a faithful ministry (for thirty-eight years a member of Dr. 
 Boardman’s church), surrounded by all the refinements of 
 life, as well as by the joys of a happy honie, she sought her 
 pleasures in the society of congenial friends, rather than in 
 the gay walks of the world. Beautiful as her natural char- 
 acter was, the Great Refiner would make it a model of 
 human excellence, so He placed her in the school of afflic- 
 tion. Here she learned lessons of submission and self-con- 
 secration. Father, mother, brother, sister after sister de- 
 parted, until in a few years the grave closed on the last 
 member of her family, leaving her the sole representative 
 of a once large household. Sweet Christian ministries 
 gathered about her in her desolation; relationships were 
 woven round her heart, such cnly as the Gospel of Christ 
 can weave. She looked forth again upon the world with 
 a cheerful spirit, sanctified by sorrow, considering herself 
 not her own, and using her large means for the advance- 
 ment of the Redeemer’s kingdom, and the mitigation of 
 human suffering. Her chief characteristics were humility 
 and benevolence, the highest type of both. For nearly 
 twenty years Miss HOLLOND has had a constant reminder 
 that any moment she might be called into the eternal world; 
 but this did not affect her habitual cheerfulness, or ever 
 intrude itself upon her friends by murmur or discontent. 
 She was forgetful of self; her piety was unobtrusive; it was 
 
 the inwrought work of the Spirit, apparent in action and de- 
 
ALP ENOL. Q7 
 
 votional duty, not in word. She was a meek and lowly 
 disciple of a meek and lowly Saviour—a friend of Jesus 
 and of all who loved Him. Her life bore testimony to His 
 faithfulness, so that when the call, “Come up higher,” 
 reached her ear, she had nothing to do but to breathe 
 her spirit gently away into the bosom of Him who has gra- 
 ciously given the Church such an example of faith and pa- 
 tience. Surrounded by those she loved, at the beautiful 
 mountain retreat, her chosen summer resort, HARRIET HOL- 
 LOND entered into rest, just at the break of day, on the morn- 
 ing of the 9th inst. Three days afterward her remains were 
 borne to the Cemetery at Laurel’ Hill, followed by a large 
 concourse of true mourners. ‘“ The righteous shall be in 
 
 everlasting remembrance.” ESP. 3. J: 
 
98 APPENDIX. 
 
 II. 
 
 WHILE these sheets have been passing through 
 the press, I have received from a dear friend of 
 Miss Ho.Lionp’s, already mentioned, a REQUIEM, 
 unpublished as yet, with which I am happy to 
 conclude this volume. ‘Those who have known 
 the parties, will not be surprised on finding here 
 the truest sensibility and the tenderest love, united 
 
 with exquisite poetic grace and beauty. 
 
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 A NEW GRAVE AT LAUREL HILL. 
 AUGUST 12, 1870. 
 
 BREAK, break the summer earth, 
 Slowly our dead comes forth, 
 
 Last of her race! 
 Near those who gave her birth, 
 Near those whose sunny mirth 
 Blessed, once, her home and hearth, 
 
 Make ye her place! 
 
 With holy reverence touch 
 The graves she loved so much, 
 
 The dust of years; 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 Tended from early youth, 
 
 Cherished with faithful truth, 
 Watered with tears; 
 
 Graves of the long ago, 
 
 Tears that have ceased to flow, 
 Memories gray; 
 
 Time-hallowed is each mound; 
 
 Light fall your footsteps round, 
 
 The while you break the ground 
 
 For her who comes this day, 
 Beside her dead 
 
 Her tired heart. to lay, 
 
 And weary head. 
 
 Sisters and sire lie here; 
 Man in his prime 
 Came hither on his bier: 
 Maidens,—oh rarely dear, 
 Dear for all time,— 
 Sought ’neath o’erspreading trees 
 This home of sanctities; 
 Child-life, as fair as brief, 
 Fluttered, like summer-leaf, 
 Falling too soon, 
 Ere yet Life’s year of grief 
 Had reached its June, 
 Drooped, like the early rose, 
 
 Entered this calm repose. 
 
 99 
 
100 APPENDIX. 
 
 All, all had passed away; 
 Yet she who comes to-day 
 To this green rest, 
 
 Went on her lonely way 
 Blessing and blest; 
 Through sorrow’s mist and haze 
 Raising to Heaven, 
 
 Tear-stained,—a patient face,— 
 
 
 
 Trusting,—a heart, through grace 
 Not wholly riven; 
 
 Grief-softened, sanctified, 
 Dwelling afar 
 
 Where they who early died 
 
 'God’s angels are. 
 
 For the deep yearning love 
 She bore her dead, 
 None less than fs, above, 
 Stood her in stead; 
 Our human hearts. gave theirs, 
 Poured out like rain 
 Daily and nightly prayers, 
 Praying, through all the years, 
 ““God, ease her pain, 
 Let Thy sufficing grace, 
 Holy, Divine, 
 Make her heart’s empty space 
 
 Altar and shrine.’’ 
 
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 How her large heart loved all! 
 
 Best loving One / 
 
 Yet shadows dim would fall, 
 
 Crossing her sun; 
 
 Now she has cloudless light, 
 Boundless and Infinite; 
 
 Her tears are shed :— 
 Where Faith is lost in sight, 
 ‘““There shall be no more night,” 
 
 So God hath said. ° 
 
 Borne by young arms she loved 
 
 (As it so well behooved), 
 The burden nears; 
 
 Her grieving Poor, low-bowed, 
 
 Mingle among the crowd, 
 
 Grief unrepressed and loud 
 Wails through their tears; 
 
 True hearts, that clung to hers, 
 Quiver with pain, 
 
 As funeral anthem stirs 
 Anguish in vain; 
 
 On, then, ye Bearers, on! 
 
 . Lay your beloved one down; 
 
 Dust give to kindred dust, 
 ’Mid flowers that fade; 
 
 Pure spirit of the Just 
 
 Perfect is made! 
 
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102 APPENDIX. 
 
 Earth passes,—life is fleet ; 
 Heaven must needs be sweet 
 To her who comes this day, 
 Beside her dead 
 Her tired heart to lay, 
 And weary head. 
 Beneath the summer sod 
 Then give her place, 
 She passes hence to God, 
 LAST OF HER RACE! 
 
 ASHLEY GRANGE. 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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