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God's Saints are shining lights ;
They are indeed our pillar fires, —
Seen as we go.
They are that citie's shining spires —
We travell to.

in memory of such an one, who having passed
through the portals of peace into the celestial
city, now liveth and reigneth with christ forever-
more, this book is affectionately inscribed.

Women* s Board of Foreign Missions ofihe
Presbyterian Churchy New York.
i North Washington Square,
New York City, March, 1887.

" I am the resurrection and the life," saith the Lord.
O death where is thy sting ? O grave where is thy victory ?
For they rest from their labors and their works do follow
them. If ye loved Me ye would rejoice because I go unto the
Father.

Faith Wadsworth Hubbard was born in New
Haven in 1812, and was the second daughter
of Benjamin and Harriet Trumbull Silliman.
Her great-grandfather, Jonathan Trumbull,
was Governor of Connecticut under George
III., and was re-elected to that office when
the colony became one of the United States.
Her grandfather, General Gold Selleck Silli
man, was in command of the forces of Con
necticut during the Revolution. Her father
was the first professor of Chemistry and
Geology in Yale College, and held the position
for fifty years. Possessing thus a heritage of
all that was noble in character and intellect,
Mrs. Hubbard's early life was spent at New

Haven amid surroundings of refinement, dig
nity, and culture.
Of the circumstances tending to foster her
interest in Foreign Missions she herself told
us in her address at the annual meeting of
the Women's Board of Foreign Missions in
1885, and the growth and results of that inter
est are tenderly and touchingly traced in the
addresses contained in this little volume.
Removed to Hanover, N. H., in consequence
of her marriage to Prof. Oliver P. Hubbard,
who was for nearly a half century connected
with Dartmouth College, Mrs. Hubbard main
tained there for many years a school which
obtained a wide reputation.
Removing again to New Haven, where her
school was still continued most successfully,
she became actively interested in the New
Haven Branch of the Women's Board of Mis
sions of the Congregational Church, and when
subsequent years brought her to New York,
she came into the counsels of the Ladies'
Board of Missions of the Presbyterian Church
with the wisdom and zeal born of this
faithful service and long experience. On the
death of the first lamented President of this
Society, Mrs. James Lorimer Graham, all

thoughts turned instantly to Mrs. Hubbard
as one pre-eminently fitted to fill her place.
She was elected to this office when radical
changes were being brought about in the So
ciety because of the giving up of the Home
Mission work. In all the details of these
arrangements, Mrs. Hubbard's careful con
sideration for others, and her calm, dispassion
ate judgment, were especially apparent, while
from that time the record of the Society is the
best token of her wise administration of its
affairs, and as was the measure of the gifts
she brought, so is the measure of the loss it
now sustains in her death. In November last
Mrs. Hubbard's health became seriously af
fected, and since that time she has been con
fined to her room, cared for with the utmost
devotion by her children, who fondly hoped
that the spring would bring a restoration of
strength and vigor, but when, with the pros
tration consequent upon this long confinement,
pneumonia declared itself, all realized that
these hopes were vain.
Perfectly conscious of her situation, no alarm
disturbed the calm of the sufferer. To the
last she manifested her interest in the work
which had engrossed so much of her time and

thoughts, leaving a message of love to those
associated with her, and begging them to be
faithful to their trust. And when early on the
morning of the 26th of February the storms
and winds of winter broke on this lower world,
the glory of the God of Israel came to her
by the way of the East, and the voice of Him
who sits upon the throne said Welcome home,
Beloved — to the glorious company of those,
gathered out of every nation, who have kept
the commandments of God and the faith of
Jesus. A special service was held in the University
Place Church the Monday following Mrs. Hub
bard's death, when addresses were made by
Rev. George Alexander, D.D., her pastor, the
Rev. John Gillespie, D.D., and the Rev.
Arthur Mitchell, D.D., of the Board of
Foreign Missions, and the hymn was sung
which is given elsewhere in this little volume
and which was a special favorite.
The funeral service was held at the house
under charge of the Rev. Edward W. Gilman,
D.D., Secretary of the American Bible Society,
and brother-in-law of Mrs. Hubbard This
ended with a prayer of thanksgiving by Dr.
Alexander for that perfected life; and with

tearful farewells of the form which in the quiet
majesty of death bore the imprint of the very
peace of God — " for so He giveth His beloved
sleep," and —
In the clear, morning of that other country —
In Paradise,
With the same face which we have loved and
cherished, She shall arise !
Let us be patient, we who mourn with weeping
Some vanished face —
The Lord has taken but to add more beauty
And a diviner grace.

The following minute has been entered
upon the books of the Society of which Mrs.
Hubbard was President, in accordance with
the action of its Board of Managers :
i« %ovin0 lUrajeratrtfatixe
Of Mrs. O. P. Hubbard, President of the Wo
men's Board of Foreign Missions of the Pres
byterian Church, New York, whom God in
His all wise Providence has called to her
everlasting reward, we, its Board of Managers,
desire to record our sense of loss, and our
appreciation of all she has been enabled to be
and to do for us, thanking Him that for so
long a time He was pleased to grant us the
benefit of her godly example, her wise counsel,
her calm judgment, her sanctified spirit, her
loyal affection, her faithful prayers. We
bless Him for the work He permitted her to
do for Him ; for the brain to plan, the mind

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to execute, projects of utmost importance for
the prosperity of the Society and for the
cause for which it labors; for her powers of
controlling and influencing others; for her
heart overflowing with love to the Master
and for His sheep of every fold ; for the
dignity whose source was the Divine strength,
and for the tact implanted by the spirit of
peace ; for the affection felt towards her
by each missionary under her care, whose
every want was as the want of a dear child.
We rejoice in her honored life, her victory
over death ; and we desire, in humble confidence
in the Lord she so closely followed, to carry on
the work she has laid down, in the same
fulness of love to God and to His creatures
which animated her, praying Him to enable us
thus to do His will.
We record these words, knowing that to
those who knew her, loved and worked with
her, they will be but a key unlocking treasured
memories ; to those who come after, an assur
ance of one fully fitted to be placed in the suc
cession of saintly leaders of this Board.

ADDRESS OF
REV. GEORGE ALEXANDER, D.D.
(Given at the University Place Church.)
The occasion which brings us together, my
dear friends, is no ordinary one. We have not
gathered here to implore comfort from God,
for the departure of that mother in Israel
whom we commemorate,1 has seemed a con
summation so fitting, that those who are most
conscious of their loss have been mingling
smiles and thanksgivings with their tears. We
have not come in response to the summons of
a stricken household, to express our sympathy
with them in their affliction and help them
bury their dead. There is no coffin here, there
are no emblems of mourning, there are no
reminders of mortality. We are here in obe
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spontaneous impulse, to pause for an hour
under the shadow of a finished life, and to bor
row, if we may, its lessons and its inspirations.
It is a life unique in its symmetrical develop
ment, like a flower unfolding and plucked be
fore the petals had begun to fall.
The daughter of Professor Silliman, of Yale
College, and granddaughter of Governor
Trumbull of Connecticut, Mrs. Hubbard de
scended on both sides from the best Puritan
stock in New England. She began life with
that priceless legacy — the prayers and heredi
tary piety of a long line of godly ancestors. She
grew to womanhood in the inner circle of a
college town, where she gained that thorough
but womanly culture which can hardly be
attained except in the daily society of men
and women who have high aims, literary
tastes, and who are willing to accept plain liv
ing with high thinking.
At twenty-five we find her transported to
another college town more retired and provin
cial, and installed at the head of a professor's
household, extracting comfort and quiet ele
gance from a professor's modest income, intro
duced into the joys and cares and responsibili
ties of motherhood, threading the ways and

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walks of New England village life, learning to
weep with them that weep, and to rejoice
with them that do rejoice, called to the cham
ber of the sick and of the dying, and learning
to mingle the ministries of heaven with the
ministries of earth.
A little later we find her pouring the wine of
her life into a larger vessel. We find her still
in a college town, the head of an institution of
education, laying her moulding hand upon de
veloping girlhood, and for a term of more
than twenty years sending out young women
with the impress of her character upon them,
who now from every corner of the land rise up,
with her own children to call her blessed.
Then, in the sober evening of life, she is
drawn by ties of kindred to this great centre,
where the material and spiritual forces of the
continent converge in order to spread them
selves over the globe. Here, with all the accu
mulated culture won from study and classic
surroundings, with all the deep and rich sym
pathies gained in the life of consecrated
motherhood, with all the tact, and wisdom, and
knowledge of human nature gained in offices
of instruction and influence, she is called to
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womanhood to reach out after, and bless, and
save the womanhood of the race. Of the man
ner in which that task was performed others
are more competent to speak than I. With
what grace, with what womanliness, with what
wisdom, with what placid strength, with what
skill in organization she conducted the affairs
of that Society over which she presided,
others, I say, can tell better than I.
The significance of the life to me lies espe
cially in this, that hers has been " the path of
the just, that shineth more and more unto the
perfect day."
Her sun has gone down in its due season,
but has gone down with undiminished
radiance. Her heart, when it ceased its throb
bing, was throwing its tendrils around the
world. Under every sky there are those who
bear the impress of her character and who still
continue her work. Yea, " Blessed are the
dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from
their labors and their works do follow them."

ADDRESS OF
REV. JOHN GILLESPIE, D.D.
(Given at the University Place Church.)
In opening this memorial service the key
note has already been struck in the hymns
which we have sung and in the remarks of Dr.
Alexander. It accords well with my own con
ception of such a service as this, that the
uppermost thought should be that of profound
gratitude, and that the chief element should
be that of thanksgiving. It is said that the
late John Angell James, in conducting the
family worship of his household, was in the
habit of reading the 103d Psalm every Satur
day evening: That psalm, as you know, is a
psalm of thanksgiving, and, as the head of his
household, he loved to close the week with
expressions of devout thanksgiving to God.

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But one Saturday evening a dark shadow
rested upon his heart and upon his home.
His beloved wife had just fallen asleep in
Jesus, and her precious dust was lying within
that home waiting to be carried forth to its
kindred dust. When the moment for family
worship came, Mr. James picked up the Bible
as usual, but hesitated. He hesitated, how
ever, but a moment. He quietly turned to
the 103d Psalm, and began to read those
overflowings of a grateful heart. And why
not, beloved in the Lord, why not ? God had
blessed him with a great treasure in the wife
whom He had given him ; He had crowned
their married life with His loving-kindness
and tender mercy ; now from His mediatorial
throne in glory, the divine Lord had spoken and
called her to Himself ; and she had left behind
her for her husband a heritage of hallowed
memories and associations. Why not then
say, " Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that
is within me bless His holy name " ? It seems
to me that such a spirit as this is just the spirit
that ought to pervade this company this after
noon. It is true it is a memorial service in
which we are engaged. We are here to com
memorate the life and work of an eminent

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servant of Christ, who has just finished her
course and entered through the gates into the
city. But if I mistake not the purpose of this
service, it is that we shall rise to some ade
quate appreciation of what God has given us
in that saintly woman, now that she has
entered upon another and a higher sphere of
service. .
It devolves upon me and upon one of my
colleagues, Dr. Mitchell, to say a few words
with reference to the relation which Mrs.
Hubbard sustained to the work of Foreign
Missions. I think I can say without hesitation
that one of the most delightful privileges that
have come to me in my present position, has
been the privilege of being associated with the
ladies of this Board in the work of Foreign
Missions ; and I am sure I shall do injustice to
no one here to-day when I say that second to
none in my estimation was the privilege I had
of meeting with, and corresponding with this
beloved servant who now sleeps in Jesus.
Very briefly let me speak of what, in my
judgment, were some of the elements of suc
cess with which God had been pleased to
endow her — and in enumerating these, my
friends, let us be willing to cast all at the feet

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of Jesus, to emulate the redeemed in glory,
who " cast their crowns before the throne."
It seems to me that in a very marked degree
Mrs. Hubbard was a woman of devout spirit.
There is such a thing as a spiritual atmosphere.
We cannot see it, we cannot touch it ; we can
not analyze it, yet when we come into its
presence we can feel it. Now this was pre
cisely the impression that was always made
upon me when I came into contact with Mrs.
Hubbard, or when I read the letters from her
pen. To come into her presence, or to read
her letters, was to come into a spiritual atmos
phere. Such contact told of a closeness of
fellowship with Him who is our covenant God
and Head. She walked with God, and it be
comes those of us who are placed in such
positions of responsibility to walk closely with
the Master. We must have our own lamp fed
with the oil of divine grace if it is to shine for
others. I think of her as a woman of devout
spirit, as one who walked very closely with the
Lord. Then again, in speaking of her qualifications
for this great work to which God was pleased
to call her in her later life, it seems to me that
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logically connected with it, is the thought of
unreserved consecration. You remember how
Isaiah linked the two together when he saw
that heavenly vision — when he threw himself
upon his face in the presence of the Divine
glory. When the live coal from off the altar was
made to touch his lips, and he heard the voice
of the Lord saying, " Whom shall I send, and
who will go for us ? " the answer was, " Here
am I, send me." Closeness of fellowship with
Christ introduces to service for Christ. That
word " consecration " I cannot but think is a
very greatly abused word in our religious
phraseology. Consecration: what is it? A
setting apart of one's self, of all that one has,
of all that one can do to Him who gave Him
self for us. Closeness of intercourse, spiritual
fellowship with Christ,— -and then a desire to
tell it out to those who know it not. You
remember when Harriet Newell was about to
sail for India, she said :
" I think I shall welcome the day which will
land me on India's shores, that I may have an
opportunity of telling these dear benighted fe
males what I have felt of a Saviour's love, and
of the worth of His blessed Gospel." In all
my relations with Mrs. Hubbard I never dis-

covered any thing selfish, any thing other than
that which was high and noble in her motives
— an unreservedness of consecration to the
work to which the Master had called her.
For this let us give thanks to God to-day.
Then another thing one needs in such a
position of responsibility, is deep sympathy with
the work and the workers. I remember when I
was considering the question of entering upon
my present position, a brother beloved said to
me: "You will find there room for your
pastoral experience. You will find there room
for heart work, for you will have to sympathize
with those in> sorrow, and with those in pecul
iar and delicate relations in the great work."
I have found it so, and it seems to me that
one of the very marked characteristics, one of
the eminent qualifications of this mother who
sleeps in Jesus, for the work to which God
called her in her later years, was her great
heart, her sympathy, which went out to the
work and to the workers. I have been touched
with that in the letters which have come to us
from the field, written by young ladies who had
gone out during Mrs. Hubbard's presidency of
the Board, who had felt the touch of a
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mother's heart, and who in correspondence had
felt, also, the sustaining power of a mother's
love and sympathy. I can see now, since I
have heard the story to-day, how God in vari
ous ways had been fitting her for such a labor
of love ; I can see how, in that large household
where she was called upon to mould character
and to direct energy, I can see how God was
fitting her for such a position, and to His glory
be the praise to-day.
I will only touch upon another thing, and
that is, that in my correspondence with Mrs.
Hubbard, and in my conversation with her
upon the great work committed to our hands,
I was impressed with the comprehensiveness of
her grasp and with the clearness and discrimi
nation of her judgment. It seemed to me that
she was capable of taking a case, looking at it
on every side, stripping it of its non-essentials,
getting at the very core of the matter, and
then with wonderful tact and judgment indi
cating what she thought the best to be done
in the circumstances. She was possessed of
remarkable common-sense, and a common-
sense that was sanctified by the spirit
of God. I say this, not to praise her,
but to show how marvellously God raises

up and equips His own instruments for the
work He has for them to do. When Saul of
Tarsus was sitting at the feet of Gamaliel, he
little thought what was in store for him and
the great work for which he was being pre
pared. So it was with her in her earlier years.
She little thought what was to be the culmina
tion of her life oh earth ; but our Divine Lord,
who doeth all things for His own glory and for
the accomplishment of His own ends, was pre
paring this beloved Christian woman for just
the work He had prepared for her. We may
well unite to-day in giving thanks to Him who
sits upon the throne, that He gave such an
one to preside over the affairs of this Society,
and to guide in the difficult and delicate oper
ations pertaining to its work. It becomes us
also to give thanks that, now that her service
here is ended, she has gone to be with Christ,
which is far better, and has entered upon a
higher and holier service which shall never end.
May God grant that her mantle may fall on
others, and that the peace of God, which
passeth all understanding, may keep the minds
and the hearts of her fellow-laborers, and her
own stricken family, through Jesus Christ our
Lord. Amen.

ADDRESS OF
REV. ARTHUR MITCHELL, D.D.
(Given at the University Place Church.)
I wish that it were in my power to speak as
fully and appropriately of the work which
Mrs. Hubbard has accomplished, and especially
of the work which she accomplished in behalf
of Foreign Missions, as my brethren, preced
ing me, have spoken of her character and of
the qualifications by which she was so remarka
bly fitted for the labors to which she was
called. She is known here as the President for four
years of the Women's Board of Foreign Missions
of New York, and if that were all that she had
done for Foreign Missions — if this term of ser
vice here, during the years when so many of
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be enough to deserve all the honor and grati
tude with which we remember her.
This, however, was only the last of a series
of similar positions in which she served the
sacred cause of missions. The presidency of
this Society she was called to assume at a very
critical point in its history, when, as many of
you will remember, important changes had
just been inaugurated and others were still in
view, — changes which involved the most sacred
and at the same time the most delicate rela
tions and feelings. I am persuaded that all
who knew her best feel that the ease, and har
mony, and success with which these changes
were effected, and with which this Society was
introduced into its new form of work and or
ganization, were very largely due to the gen
tleness and tact, the kindness of heart, and
ripeness of judgment, and tenderness of feel
ing with which in so remarkable a way Mrs.
Hubbard was endowed.
But before she took the presidency of this
Society of the Women's Board, of New York,
she had been for several years the Vice-Presi
dent of the organization which preceded this,
and had given most important help in that
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connection with another kindred spirit, the
Women's Foreign Missionary Society in the
Madison Square Presbyterian Church, auxiliary
to the Board then existing. Before coming to
New York to reside she organized, and for sev
eral years was President of, the New Haven
Branch, auxiliary to the Women's Board of Bos
ton, the most important branch, perhaps, of any
Women's Foreign Missionary Society connected
with the Congregational Church. Her labors in
New Haven did much to train her for her labors
here. I love to think of Mrs. Hubbard as rep
resenting in her person the rich gifts which New
York has so often drawn from New England.
While my friend, Dr. Alexander, was speaking
of her lineage and of her early training in the
different communities of New England, I could
but think how much we here, in common with
all the rest of the land, owe to the devout, culti
vated, and intelligent communities in which
her home through all her early life was cast.
Most truly may we say : " The mercy of the
Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon
them that fear Him, and His righteousness
unto children 's children ; to such as keep His
covenant, and to those that remember His
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When I review what Mrs. Hubbard did for
Foreign Missions in this city and in other
places, and think of her influence as reaching
the most distant lands, I can but ask myself :
Where were the springs of such a life ; what
were the sources, the fountains, that through
so many years fed her unflagging zeal, kept
alive her interest and her patience, and sup
plied her constantly with fresh strength for
this chosen work ? You have already heard in
part what these were. Certainly they are to
be traced largely to her Christian parentage.
It is not without special significance that she
whom we honor, and whose loss we deplore
to-day, drew her life, both upon her father's
and her mother's side, from John Alden and
Priscilla Mullen, of the purest Puritan stock,
and that through generations quite unbroken,
she inherited this fear of God, this large con
science, this mingling of Christian enterprise
and wisdom which all who knew her took
knowledge of. I love to think of her father's
home as I have heard it described ; the home
of that venerable and honorable Professor Sil-
liman, the first Professor of Chemistry and
Geology in Yale College, a man of the largest
and ripest acquirements in scientific knowl
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searches and acquisitions extended, never for
a moment wavered in his Christian faith, — a
man of devoutness and prayer, as his father
was before him. I love to think of her mother,
a daughter of the second Governor Trumbull,
herself a woman of prayer, and a daughter of
a man of prayer — the only member of the
government whom Washington would receive
on the Sabbath-day. The Speaker's knock
was known at Washington's door, and there
were directions to always admit Mr. Trumbull.
With such an inheritance — God's blessing
upon " children's children," — and in such a
household, she grew up. It is only what we
might expect, that very early in life she herself
felt the full influence of Christian truth and
grace, so much so that I believe that she was
but a girl of fourteen or fifteen years of age
when she herself professed her faith in Christ,
and in the Church dedicated herself to Him.
I have been deeply interested in hearing of
the very natural way in which her interest in
Foreign Missions especially, was developed ;
how her father, Professor Silliman, took her,
while she was yet a girl, to the shore at New
Haven, that she might take part in the services
at the departure of the very first reinforcement
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Islands. Indeed, she herself has told us of in
cidents even earlier than that, within her mem
ory — the very first movements of the New Eng
land churches in behalf of Foreign Missions.
And when I ask myself why it was that her zeal
never flagged, that her faith was always so full
and courageous, I constantly find myself say
ing: " No wonder that it was so, for within the
compass of her memory was almost the whole
sweep, we might say, of this later development
of Christian enterprise — modern missions to the
heathen." From those early days of which I
have just spoken, when the very first of our
American missionaries were sailing from our
shores to enter upon their work in foreign
lands, when it was almost purely a work of
faith, when as yet scarcely any results were
visible, scarcely a sheaf had been garnered, —
from that early day on through more than
sixty years she had watched the development
of this work. That was enough to maintain
her faith. What her eyes had seen, what her
own memory embraced, furnished reasons cer
tainly, with her, why her courage and hope
never faltered, and why in the midst of the
laborious and sometimes tedious details of
missionary work her zeal never failed.
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tells us that she heard the addresses of Dr.
Eli Smith and Dr. Dwight, then of Con
stantinople, who had just come to America to
rehearse in the ears of all our churches the
incidents of their tour of exploration in Persia,
out of which grew our missionary work in that
kingdom. She remembered the counsels which
prepared the way for the arrival of those first
missionaries in Persia fifty years ago ; the
whole story of those intervening years she
read as they passed ; saw all these widening
and whitening fields of Christian usefulness
among the Nestorians, among the Persians, and
among the Khoords of that once utterly dark
and benighted land. I remember also her nar
rative of the conversations which she had (it
must have been more than forty years ago)
with a member of the United States Explor
ing Expedition to the Southern Hemisphere,
an expedition that had thrown almost the first
clear light that we came into possession of,
with reference to the countless groups of
pagan islands in the Southern Pacific, bring
ing back to us intelligence of the ferocity of
the Fiji group, for example, two of the mem
bers of the expedition having lost their lives
on those bloody shores. One can scarcely
believe that ninety thousand Christian worship-

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pers were gathered in the sanctuaries of Fiji
yesterday, on the Sabbath-day. She also had
the privilege, very many years ago, of partici
pating in the efforts of the Christian women
who were fitting out the very first unmarried
woman, I believe, who ever sailed from Ameri
ca to work in a heathen land — Miss Reynolds.
She herself tells us with what interest she re
members those scenes of early Christian in
dustry, when so many warm hearts and busy
fingers were engaged in sending out this
pioneer of that large and constantly growing
company of Christian women, now numbering
many hundreds, who have gone from America
to work among their sisters in pagan lands.
When she was busy with those first Christian
efforts there was hardly a woman in all the
Turkish Empire who could read, scarcely one
who knew she had a soul, and Mrs. Hubbard
lived to watch this growing work until she has
herself seen the day when, I presume, twenty
thousand of the girls and women of Turkey
are gathered in Christian schools, and no less
than a thousand are in the higher institutions
of learning, themselves being fitted to go forth
as teachers of their countrywomen.
Her connection with the special work of
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very remarkable one, and it is pleasant to
trace the very springs from which that partic
ular form, also, of her missionary zeal seems
to have had its rise. As she has told us, about
twenty years ago a lady of her acquaintance,
in one of the cities of New England, became
impressed with the idea that the women of the
Church ought to be more earnestly enlisted
and more thoroughly organized in supporting
this work. This good Christian lady of whom
she tells, found but one single friend who
could sympathize with her anxieties and with
her plans ; but they two met every week for
the space of eight months, and met specifically
to pray for this thing — that God would open
the way for the better organization of the tal
ent and power of Christian women in the
American churches on behalf of Foreign Mis
sions. Meantime, they were conferring with
clergymen, with officers of missionary societies,
and with Christian women. They met in
many cases indifference, silence, and alas ! in
many instances they met even opposition.
They received encouragement from but one
source, and I am happy to say that this was
from a man, one of the officers of the old
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ventured at last, in 1868, in Boston, to invite
together the Christian women of several
churches to consider this question — whether
the time was not ripe for the organization of
Christian women in behalf of this enterprise.
Forty women met in answer to that call.
Oh ! my friends, what growth in the realiza
tion of this thought we have seen in those
twenty years ! Twelve years had not passed
before nineteen similar organizations were
formed, extending to all the powerful evangel
ical denominations of America, extending also
to England and Scotland, until the auxiliaries
of these Women's Boards of Missions must
now number not less than twenty-five thou
sand. What joy she must have experienced,
and what constant stimulus she must have felt,
in tracing this mighty and still rising tide of
womanly interest and labor, which in our day
is doing so much to speed and empower this
-holy cause in which we are all engaged.
Thus from little beginnings sprang up the
interest in missions in her girlish heart. These
were the influences that in her earliest years
enkindled hor zeal and set her skilful powers
at work. And now, if so much can be done in
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inspired, what have we not a right to expect
when we think of the thousands upon thou
sands of societies of Christian women now en
gaged in this work — when we think of the many
seeds that are being sown here and there all
over the land ? Have we not a right to ex
pect that many of them — for the grace and
power of our Saviour have not grown less —
shall bring forth results as rich as were seen in
her fruitful life ?
I look forward with the greatest hope and
gladness when I think of what we have a right
to expect from our God and Covenant Head
as the result of all those multiplying influences
which she herself scattered, and of those which
are being sown in such multitudes of hearts in
our more fortunate times.
I do unite with all my soul in the sentiment
that has been expressed more than once al
ready, that while we mourn the departure of
one whom all honored and all loved, we can
rejoice together, both in the completeness, in
the symmetry and the fruitfulness of her life,
and also in the certain hope of those yet larger
and more fruitful scenes of which her years
were a prophecy, and which her wisdom and
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HYMN
Sung at the special service held in the University Place Church.
Millions within Thy courts have met,
Millions this day before Thee bowed ;
Their faces Zionward were set,
Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed.
Soon as the light of morning broke
O'er island, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath, all round the world, to keep,
From east to west, the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs ;
And still, when evening stretched her shade,
The stars came out to hear their songs.
And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain ;
To those in trouble Thou wert nigh ;
Not one hath sought Thy face in vain.
Yet one prayer more ! — and be it one
In which both heaven and earth accord —
Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son ;
Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord !

ADDRESS OF THE
REV. EDWARD W. GILMAN, D.D.
(Given at the burial service held at the house.)
This is a family gathering around the re
mains of one who, as wife, mother, sister,
friend, has for many years sustained closest
relationship to us all. Most of us have known
her so long that we cannot remember when we
first began to know and love her.
We come to talk over together the familiar
things we have been saying to each other the
last three days ; but I have read these selec
tions from the Scriptures with the feeling that
every verse and every word was perfectly known
to her, and treasured up in her memory as
precious. Some of them were associated with
her kindred, and with events of family history.
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these which are arrayed in white robes ? and
whence came they ? " bring up before us the
vision of a dear young girl, who, tossing about
in her fever and delirium, was all day repeating
them, and when the day was spent she reached
the cadence, " Sir, thou knowest " ; and after
wards we found in her Bible significant marks
around the verse, " These are they which came
out of great tribulation, and have washed their
robes and made them white in the blood of the
Lamb." Again, the 91st Psalm carries us back more
than a hundred years, to a country town in
Connecticut, where a regiment of soldiers was
drawn up in front of the house of their com
mander who was to lead them forth for the
defence of their country, while he took leave of
his family and commended them to God in
prayer. The comforting words of Scripture
which he read to them that day were those
beginning, " He that dwelleth in the secret
place of the Most High, shall abide under the
shadow of the Almighty."
Above all is it helpful to take the New
Testament light of immortal life back to the
darker utterances of the older dispensation.
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Spirit of God interpreting His ways, we cannot
be in darkness.
There are two or three points of Mrs. Hub
bard's character which are specially noticeable.
One of these was her deep affection and strong
personal attachments. Her queenly presence,
her warmth of manner, her sympathetic voice,
her thoughtful enquiries for the absent, opened
to our view a large heart which prompted every
word she spoke.
I have no doubt that for most of her kindred
assembled in this room, and for a good many
who are not here with us, she had a deep in
terest from their birth until now. As an elder
sister, as mother of son and daughters, as an
aunt and great-aunt of nephews and nieces,
how special and individual her love ! how
prompt her recollection of names and faces !
how tender her references to departed kindred !
what power she had of appropriating to her
self some special right and ownership in all
her kin !
This warm attachment to all who were
brought into any special relations with her
was one secret of her success with pupils and
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scholars, and made them feel at home. And
this same characteristic was a special qualifica
tion for the service she rendered in the Boards
for Foreign Missions.
Another of her characteristics was her high
appreciation of sacred hymns. They were
treasured up in her memory ; helpful in public
and private devotion ; comforting in days of
weakness and pain. Well might she say : " Thy
statutes have been my songs in the house of
my pilgrimage." When the mother of the
Wesleys was dying and her sons stood by her
bedside, she said : " Children, as soon as I am
released, sing a hymn of praise to God." We
have not arranged to have any music here to
day, but I am going to read two hymns with
which I know she had some very precious
associations. One of them she called her
father's hymn.
It was a memorable day in the family history
when, in November, 1864, on the morning of
Thanksgiving-day, Mr. Silliman died. He
woke early, had some sweet conversation with
his wife, offered audible prayer, recited two
familiar hymns, and suddenly ceased to breathe.
One of the two was Dr. Watts's version of the
fifth Psalm, beginning :

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" Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high ";
the other was a beautiful poem, written by a
friend and neighbor in New Haven when Mrs.
Hubbard was but a child, which became a
favorite of hers, as it had been of her father's.
These are the words :
Trembling before Thine awful throne,
O Lord ! in dust my sins I own :
Justice and Mercy for my life
Contend ! O smile, and heal the strife !
The Saviour smiles ! Upon my soul
New tides of hope tumultuous roll :
His voice proclaims my pardon found,
Seraphic transport wings the sound !
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven —
The new-born peace of sin forgiven !
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
Ye angels ! never dimmed your sight.
Ye saw of old on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies ;
Ye know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.

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Bright heralds of the Eternal Will,
Abroad His errands ye fulfil ;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonious in His presence play.
Loud is the song, — the heavenly plain
Is shaken with the choral strain ;
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each shining star.
But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge shall be mine :
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear !
Mrs. Hubbard's mother died in January,
1850, more than thirty-seven years ago. She
had long been an invalid, and during the last
months of her life Mrs. Hubbard was with her,
and I well remember what comfort her reading
and repeating of hymns gave to the dear in
valid in the border-lands.
One of these hymns, a quaint utterance of
Crossman's written two hundred years ago, I
first learned of her at that time.
My life 's a shade, my days
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My Lord is life, He '11 raise
My dust again, e'en mine.
Sweet truth to me !
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.
My peaceful grave shall keep
My bones till that sweet day
I wake from my long sleep
And leave my bed of clay.
Sweet truth to me !
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.
My Lord His angels shall
Their golden trumpets sound,
At whose most welcome call
My grave shall be unbound.
Sweet truth to me !
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.
I said sometimes with tears :
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Lord, silence Thou these fears ;
My life 's with Thee on high.
Sweet truth to me !
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.
What means my trembling heart
To be thus slvy of death ?
My life and I sha'n't part
Though I resign my breath.
Sweet truth to me !
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.
Then welcome, harmless grave,
By thee to heaven I will go ;
My Lord His death shall save
Me from the flames below.
Sweet truth to me !
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.
Still another characteristic was Mrs. Hub
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This has been most manifest, not only to
her associates in the Women's Board, of New
Haven, and in that of New York, but to all
casual visitors as well. Indeed, it has been
the engrossing topic of the last sixteen years.
But her zeal and her efficient administration
were the fruit of a life-long interest which we
can trace in a remarkable way.
On the 19th of November, 1822, four mis
sionaries and their wives embarked at New
Haven for the Sandwich Islands. A great
many citizens went down to the wharf to see
the departure, and among them was Mr. Silli
man, who took with him his daughter Faith,
aged nine years. Mr. Merwin prayed, and
hymns were sung, one of them being Wm. B.
Tappan's hymn written for a similar occasion.
" Wake ! isles of the south, your redemption is
near ! "
No wonder this made a deep impression on
her mind, and was referred to in private con
versation and public address.
In 1828, six years later, an auxiliary Foreign
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— the only organization through which the
charities of Congregational and Presbyterian
churches flowed out to the heathen world. In
its third report the name of Miss Faith Silli
man appears as one of the collectors.
At Grove Hall, that year, where she was at
tending school, fifty dollars were contributed
for the support of Ann Eliza Starr, of Mackinaw
and in the Sunday-schools collections were
made for Syria and for Asahel Nettleton in
Ceylon. It could not have been very long after this
that we know of her participating in arrange
ments for the outfit of a female missionary for
Turkey, who yet lives, and whom we know and
revere as Mrs. Dr. Schauffler.
Residence in a university town brought to
the knowledge of this young woman many
missionaries who then and subsequently re
sorted to the college and divinity schools for
mental and theological training, and went out
thence to preach the Gospel among the nations'.
Josiah Brewer and Henry C. Homes went to
Turkey, Peter Parker and James C. Dickinson
to China, and J. M. S. Perry to India. In 1833
Eli Smith came back from Armenia and Persia
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where now are the flourishing Turkish missions
of the American Board and the Persian mission
of the Presbyterian Board ; and a little later
her brother's classmate, Azariah Smith, and
David T. Stoddard turned their faces towards
those lands.
Other young men went out from Hanover,
where she resided after 1837, and her interest
in all these enterprises fitted her to undertake
the organization and direction of woman's work
in foreign lands.
Her personal interest in every one of the
missionaries of the Women's Board, and her
direct correspondence with a large number
of them, endeared her to a great multi
tude who in other lands will mourn for her
decease. It hath pleased God that she should now be
permitted to sleep. "The prayers of David,
son of Jesse, are ended."
" Within the gate, where many a prayer of hers
had gone before,
And where she resteth, evermore one constant
song they raise
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But for the voice oi praise in heaven a voice of
prayer hath gone
From earth."
Let us thank God for all who through faith
and patience inherit the promises and enter
into rest ; and pray that we also, in His ap
pointed time, may join the great company and
go out no more forever !

MINUTE OF THE BOARD OF FOREIGN MISSIONS
OF THE PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH.
The Board having learned of the death of Mrs. O. P.
Hubbard, President of the Women's Board of Foreign Mis
sions of the Presbyterian Church, New York, would bear its
grateful testimony to the high character and eminent useful
ness of the deceased, and especially to the valuable service
which she rendered to the cause of Missions. While regret
ting the great loss sustained by an important auxiliary to its
own work, the Board would especially tender its sympathy to
the husband and children upon whom this heavy bereavement
has fallen.

WOMEN'S FOREIGN MISSIONARY SOCIETY OF
THE PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, PHILA
DELPHIA.
We realize what a. loss Mrs. Hubbard's death will be to
your Society, and amply sympathize with you, both in the loss
of her friendship and her guidance. When our leaders fall we
wonder who will take their places and how the work is to go
on — but when we remember this work is the Master's we
know it will go on even while we sorrow that another servant
of His has been called from us. She has been taken from the
path in which she has worked so faithfully, to rest in her
Father's home.
WOMEN'S PRESB YTERIAN BOARD OF MISSIONS
OF THE NORTHWEST.
It was with sincere grief we heard of the bereavement of
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to assure you of our appreciation of the grand work she has
accomplished, and to offer you our deepest sympathy. Our
prayer is that many may be raised up to fill the places of those
that have been taken, and that you may all be stimulated to
greater zeal, remembering that the time is short and that we
are called upon ' ' to work while the day lasts, for the night
cometh."
WOMEN'S PRESBYTERIAN FOREIGN MISSION
ARY SOCIETY OF NORTHERN NEW YORK.
Our Society has learned with sorrow the news of the death
of your President, Mrs. O. P. Hubbard. Those who knew
her personally testify to her sweetness of character and her
ability for the position she occupied. The workers are falling,
the work remains. May God comfort the afflicted and raise
up those who shall fill the vacant places.
WOMEN' SPRESB YTERIAN BOARD OF MISSIONS
OF THE SOUTHWEST.
We hasten to offer our sympathy to you in your bereave
ment. These broken arcs of earth, these missing links, had
we but vision enough, might be seen "over there," forming
part of the beautiful round of Heaven's completeness. But
sight is short, and in spite of faith hearts will grieve when our
loved ones die. May our Father send His peace and comfort.
WOMEN'S EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE OF HOME
MISSIONS OF THE PRESS YTERIAN CHURCH.
We realize that in the death of Mrs. Hubbard a great loss
has come not only to your Board, but to the Mission work.
Her loyalty and devotion to the cause of Christ won the re
spect and confidence of all, and while we mourn our loss, we
can also rejoice in the promotion of another of His faithful
ones, and the reunion of those long associated in Christian work.

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