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[324] This lady was certainly a polished stone in the temple of the Lord. She inherited a most fragile frame, an exquisite sensibility, and a poetic taste. Under peculiar circumstances, the ebbs and flows of feeling were uncontrollable; but the deep-laid principles of Christian faith and pious trust sustained and delivered her. There was in her a childlike transparency of soul, and a deep well of love, which made her the admiration and blessing of all with whom she lived. She was a model wife for a minister, as he was a model husband; and the tribute he has left to her affection, usefulness, and piety, is alike honorable to both. The death of Mrs. Turell brought deep and lasting sorrow to the heart of her aged father. He had lived in her life, and was now ready to die her death. Family afflictions had been few with him. He says, “For six and twenty years there had been no death in my family!” In speaking of the two sermons preached after the death of Mrs. Turell, he says, “I now make the dedication of both,--first, to the beloved children of my own flock and town; and then to the beloved people of Medford, to whom I gave away no small part of the light of my eyes in the day I married her to their pastor.”
John Wilson and son. 22 School Street. Boston. 1855.
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