him an impostor; but the dead came out of their tombs to pay him homage. His name was " Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace."

Philadelphia.

THE PAWNEE MISSIONARIES.

BY THE EDITOR.

OUR readers may recollect that in an article in the preceding volume, designated "THE PAWNEE GROUP," and designed to illustrate the Vignette view on the title-page, we promised to continue in the present volume the sketch there commenced, and to give some farther account of the travelers we left on the Hassen Cleaver Ridge, and especially of her who with tearful eye and throbbing heart was then turning back to take a last look at her native village, embosomed in the distant snow-clad hills. This pledge we shall now attempt to redeem.

The individuals just referred to, who, closely wrapped in their cloaks and buffalo skins, were pausing to take a last view of the distant village of Fairfield,* were Dr. Benedict Satterlee and Mrs. Martha Ann Satterlee, just starting on a mission to the Grand Pawnees, whose home and hunting grounds are far west of the Mississippi.

My personal knowledge of Mrs. Satterlee, to whom the larger share of this sketch will relate, was limited. I have some recollections of her as she appeared in childhood, a pale, delicate, yet sprightly and animated girl, whose dark raven locks that hung cluster

* Fairfield, Herkimer County, New York.

ing around her neck gave her features a peculiar and striking aspect. I recollect her as she appeared in youthful loveliness, when her dark lustrous eye, sparkling with delight, looked around with eager fondness upon the bright and varied scenes of nature. I recollect her as she stood in chastened and subdued meekness at the foot of the cross, "looking unto Jesus." I recollect hearing from her, on one occasion, remarks that indicated such deep views of Christian experience, and such an intimate acquaintance with the great practical truths of redemption, that I was led to wonder how one so young could know so much of God and heavenly things. Still my personal acquaintance with Mrs. Satterlee was so limited, that I should not have attempted this biographical sketch, had I not had the opportunity of learning much concerning her from the lips of her mother-of reading many of her letters, and of having in my possession several written documents relating to her character. From these several sources I hope to draw statements that will present a true picture of this interesting and now sainted missionary.

Mrs. Martha Ann Satterlee was the only daughter of Captain Moses Mather, who was a direct descendant from the pious and distinguished Mathers of New England. Martha Ann was born July 31, 1813, and the first act of her devoted mother after having given birth to her was to dedicate her to God. While she was yet a child, not more than two years old, she took the whooping-cough, which induced an inflammation in the lungs that threatened to terminate her life. Indeed so alarming were her symptoms, that all hopes of her recovery were relinquished, and her vestments

for the grave were prepared. When it was supposed that she was in the last agonies of death, her mother felt prompted to retire and pour out her burdened heart before the Lord. Having confessed her sins before a holy God, she long and earnestly besought him to spare her child, and seal her as his own by adoption and grace. The mother rose from the place where she had knelt with calm and subdued feelings. She went back to the sick room. The child still lived. Almost immediately her changed symptoms showed that the fatal crisis was past, and that she was beginning to convalesce. There always however remained a weakness in her lungs, which will account for the disease to which she finally fell a victim.

She

When Martha Ann was about fifteen years old, she seems to have had decided convictions of sin. at least felt that an amendment of life was necessary, and that she must become more holy in order to meet God in peace. The immediate cause of this awakening in her mind, according to her own subsequent account of the matter, was the following. She was spending a part of the summer in Morristown, N. J. in the family of the Rev. Albert Barnes-Mrs. Barnes being a cousin of hers. The country around her was very beautiful. The honey-suckle, and other odoriferous woodbines, clustered around her chamber window; and the little feathered songsters gathered there every morning, and poured forth their sweet notes at early dawn. But it was not the beautiful fields, or the fragrance of flowers, or the song of birds, but the solemn voice of prayer heard at that early hour, that aroused her mind from the slumbers of spiritual sleep. The Rev. Mr. Barnes's

study was a room adjoining the chamber she occupied. Each morning, before the first streaks of light had scarcely appeared on the eastern sky, she heard his voice lifted up in supplication to God, and as from time to time she listened to the burden of his petitions, she heard him pour out his soul so fervently for a lost world, and for the conversion of impenitent sinners, that she began to feel that there might be some danger connected with her own state. She therefore resolved in her own mind that she would become religious. She had a very vague idea as to what this consisted in. She determined however that she would try to be better-not realizing the scriptural truth, that her nature was to be transformed, and she clad in the Redeemer's righteousness, before she could become better.

Martha Ann's character was at this time externally very lovely. The hand of a Christian friend thus depicts its outlines. "She was at this time surrounded by the attentions, and flattery, and temptations of the world. Many lures were held out to draw her into the whirlpool of gaiety and fashion. But she had a taste for more quiet enjoyments. Though at this time she had not piety, yet she certainly had philosophy-such was the constitution of her mind, that the allurements of the world did not draw her after them, but rather awakened disgust. Her soul thirsted after knowledge and improvement. Reading was her delight, and so retentive was her memory that she would impart to another almost the entire contents of a book after having once perused it. Her energies could not be aroused by trifles, but what was great and large would wake them up, and then her mind took hold of