In Memoriam. - Mrs. Payne,

Wife of Right Rev. Bishop PAYNE, died at Monrovia, Liberia.     Oh true and faithful! Twice ten earnest years     Of mission-toil in Afric's sultry clime     Attest thy patience in thy Master's cause,     Thy self-denial and humility.     Now, neath the shadow of the princely palm,     And where Liberia's church-crown'd summits rise,     Are sighs from sable bosoms, swelling deep     With gratitude for all thy hallow'd care.     --The Prelate, unto whom thy heart of hearts     Was link'd so tenderly,--who found in thee     Solace for exile from his native shore,     Laments thy loss, as the lone hours go by.     He mourns thee deepest, for he knew thee best,     Thy purity, thy sublimated search     For added holiness. With angel hand     Press thou thy pattern on us,--we who dwell     Amid the fullness of the bread from Heaven,     Forgetful of our heathen brother's need.     Now thou dost sweetly sleep, where pain and woe     Follow thee not. Their trial-time is o'er,     Their discipline perfected. For thy will     Was subjugated to the Will Divine,     And through a dear Redeemer's strength, thy soul     Hath won the victory.