In Memoriam. - Miss Elizabeth Brinley,

Died at Hartford, September 28th, 1862.     We miss her at the chancel-side,         For when we last drew near,     The holy Eucharist to share,     She, with the warmth of praise and prayer         Was meekly kneeling here.     We miss her when the liberal hand         Relieves a thirsting soil,     And when the Blessed Church demands     Assistance for the mission bands         That on her frontier toil.     We miss her 'mid the gather'd train         Of children[1] young and poor,     Whom year by year she deign'd to teach     With faithful zeal and patient speech,         And hope that anchor'd sure.     Her couch is in the ancestral tomb         With Putnam's honor'd dust,     The true in word, the bold in deed,     A bulwark in his Country's need,         A tower of strength and trust.     Her spirit's home is with her Lord,         Whom from her youth she sought,     The miss'd below hath found above     The promise of a God of Love         Made to the pure in thought.