Dear Mr. Banks,—I send you an account of my mother's life and death. She was well known to many of your readers; it might be acceptable to some. I feel a desire to pay this last tribute to her memory for one especial reason, and that is, that she really travailed in spiritual birth for me, until (I hope) Christ was formed in my heart, the hope of glory. She did indeed, too, minister to me in some of my soul's conflicts, and was a fellow-helper of my joy. I felt a real soul union to my mother that I do not to many.