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I wish I could say that my obedience to my dear mother had also been such as to never cause her trouble or sorrow. Never shall I forget the anguish I caused her on one occasion, while on the farm near Detroit. Although in a unclear guilty I was not so to the extent represented, and yet I was sufficiently guilty to be obliged to think of it in after years with with tears of sorrow. Without such a mother such blissful relationship between brother and sister can never exist. The death of dear brother James was not the only affliction which we had to experience during my visit. My sweet little niece Isabelle Hayard?-dear little Belle-was taken into the Celestial city to be with Jesus. She died after three days illness, having been attacked by the fatal disease during the night. She was in her 5th year. This sweet bud of beauty was one of the most interesting and lovely children I ever knew. She seemed formed for heaven only, and lived in an atmosphere of celestial odor?. The reading of the Bible to her was her delight, and no greater punishment for her childish misdeeds could be given than to deprive her of this pleasure. Her views, also, of religion would have done honor to much older heads and hearts; but the most remarkable incident in her life was her own prediction of her death. In the spring of the year in which she died her grandmother corrected her rather sharp