IN consequence of the failure of the health of Mrs. Smith, her physician advised a voyage to Smyrna. For this purpose, and also for other reasons which will appear, she left Beyroot with her husband on the 11th of June. The history of this voyage will be given from her own journal, and that of Mr. Smith.

"SMYRNA, JULY 28, 1836.

"My dear Parents: A few days before the close of our disastrous voyage from Beyroot to Smyrna, of which Mr. Smith gave you a brief account soon after our arrival here, and while I was lying exhausted upon the deck of our vessel, my thoughts suddenly reverted to an object in your drawing-room, which had not before crossed my mind since I left the home of my childhood. It was the picture of the shipwrecked mariner, that filled my imagination, as he stood friendless and desolate before the door of a solitary cottage, pointing to the distant sea as the scene of his sufferings, at the same time soliciting the compassion of its benevolent. inmates. I well remember, that in my youthful days, when I stood beside our visitors who were admiring the beauty of the execution, I almost invariably inquired, 'Do you notice the tear upon the sailor boy's cheek?' I little imagined then, that the picture would ever be associated with any events in my own history. Now, however, I think that my

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dear father will look at it with new and tender interest; and that my dear mother, with no less feeling, will recall it to her mind. But I hope it will be with more of gratitude than sorrow, that their shipwrecked daughter lives to relate her own history. I will not, however, dwell on this subject at present but return to Beyroot, that I may inform you the process by which my health became so suddenly changed. "In the fall, soon after the rains commenced, the terrace of our newly-made female school-house was broken up, and its walls and floor soaked; and I there caught a severe cold, which produced a tight and violent cough. I was confined to the house but a few days, however; and though my cough continued through the whole winter, yet, presuming on the strength of my lungs, I felt no anxiety, and took no precautionary measures; continuing all my labors as usual. As the spring advanced, I began to expectorate somewhat copiously; my strength became suddenly exhausted, and my pulse rose to 110 per minute. Mr. Smith called in Dr. Whitely, who examined my lungs with the stethescope, and pronounced them diseased; though in what way, and to what extent, he did not positively determine. He urged the necessity of immediately relinquishing all my employments, and giving myself up wholly to rest and relaxation. I complied with his advice, and found myself benefited.

"As the state of the press rendered it desirable for Mr. Smith to visit Smyrna, and as it was thought a voyage would be of more service to me than any thing else, and would take me away from all my cares and responsibilities; with aching hearts we commenced our preparations for a departure. The plague, in the mean time, had broken out in Beyroot, and suspended our missionary labors; and our friends had all gone to the mountains, except Miss Williams, whom the exhaustion of the season required to follow them immediately. The intensity of my feelings was enhanced by the possibility that the wants of the press would require us to extend our voyage to America. This also made it necessary that we should put our furniture in a state to be

left one or two years, and likewise to pack up many more clothes and articles of convenience than we otherwise should have done.

"An early opportunity offered for Smyrna, and the day was fixed for our sailing. The afternoon of our embarka tion, which was Friday the 10th of June, a few of our native friends and neighbors, together with our servants, assembled to bid us adieu. Mr. Smith made a short address, and offered prayer in Arabic. It was a scene of sorrow and desolation, such as I cannot describe. As you are not familiar with the scenes presented in time of plague, where families and individuals put themselves in quarantine, you can form little idea of the solemnity which was thus added to our parting interview. Our poor Druze neighbors, carefully avoiding contact with every object and with ourselves, walked one by one into our vacated parlor, and took the seats that were appointed for them. Every heart seemed ready to burst with grief, and we all wept together. Antonio, our young translator and teacher, a most interesting youth, seemed inconsolable. He seized our hands and gave himself up to the violence of grief.

"I had set my heart much upon taking Raheel with me. Parents, however, in Syria, have an especial aversion to parting with their children for foreign countries. One of my last acts, therefore, was to make a formal committal of her into the hands of my kind friend, Miss Williams. I had become so strongly attached to the little girl, and felt myself so much rewarded for all my efforts with her, that the circumstances of this separation were perhaps more trying than any associated with our departure.

“After so many months of pleasant intercourse and labor with my dear friend, Miss Williams, you need not be told of our mutual sorrow at parting.* Having wept and prayed together for the last time, I left her room, expecting to re

* Miss Williams was afterwards married to the Rev Mr. Hebard, and died at Beyroot on the 8th of February, 1840.

turn and bid her a final adieu. But this my feelings would not allow. I descended the stairs to depart, supposing the last farewell was taken. I found, standing by my little donkey, our Mohammedan servant, who had often accompanied me in my rides; and who, the moment he saw me, began to weep aloud, and express the deepest grief at our departure. This completely overcame me; so that on mounting my donkey to ride to the shore, I was so much exhausted as scarcely to be able to support myself.

"On reaching the place of embarkation, we sat down upon the solitary shore, with the friends who accompanied us, to await the arrival of the boat to convey us to the vessel. After considerable detention, the captain approached us, and informed us that two English travellers had just arrived; and for their accommodation he wished to detain his vessel until the afternoon of the following day. For this purpose, he must send on shore sixteen poor Jews, who had taken passage, and, moreover, been waiting seven days for us. The captain left it with us, whether to go on board that afternoon, or to wait on shore until the morrow. But as it was Friday evening, and if we returned to our house, our friends could not go to the mountains until Monday, and more than all, as we dreaded another parting scene, we went on board with our Druze servant. After tossing in the harbor for twenty-four hours, our fellow-passengers joined us, and we set sail. The travellers were, the Rev. Mr. Wynne, a clergyman of the Established Church of England, and Mr. Stobart, an evangelical member of the same church. On the 15th of June, five days after we left Beyroot, we were sailing on the north side of the island of Cyprus, with a strong head wind. My feelings had become much depressed as I lay in my berth that afternoon, having been deprived so long of my usual religious privileges; and my husband came, and conversed and prayed with me. About nine o'clock, we retired to rest. Before closing his eyes, Mr. Smith had some unusual exercises of mind; being led to question himself with more than customary earnestness as

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to his being prepared for a watery grave, if such should be our lot that night; and finding more than ordinary satisfaction in the reply his feelings suggested. About half an hour after lying down, we were suddenly awaked by a crash, which we perceived was occasioned by the vessel's striking upon a reef. Mr. Smith started from his bed and went upon deck without speaking. I was soon upon my feet, but remained below alone, and began to pray for our lives, and the lives of all on board.

"In the mean time, crash after crash succeeded the first, some of them exceedingly terrific, threatening the entire and speedy destruction of the vessel. But amid the confusion

on deck, I remained calmly upon my seat, with my little basket containing my combs and brushes in one hand, and a bag enclosing a few loose articles in the other. From the first moment of danger, my mind reverted to the long boat, and some desolate shore; while hope predominated that we should escape with our lives. Presently Mr. Smith appeared at the cabin door, and called me above. The tossing of the broken vessel upon the rocks interfered with the lowering of the boat, while a wave broke over the deck just as I reached it. I spoke not a word; but as I turned towards the place where they were lowering the boat, supported by my anxious husband, the mild rays of the evening star caught my eye, as it was just about to descend below the horizon; and it seemed like the star of hope.

"I found myself the first in the boat, I know not how, and Mr. Smith followed. Our simple-hearted Druze servant was soon by our side; and I was much affected by the smile of relief and satisfaction which played upon his countenance, as he exclaimed, 'My master! My mistress!' One after another of the passengers and sailors threw themselves into the boat, to the number of fourteen. One of them, a poor, dissipated, and sick young Englishman, whose presence on board had been a great annoyance, as he was dragged into the boat, first fell into the sea, and afterwards across my feet, and for some minutes lay upon them, pressing them into the