THE subject of this obituary belonged to the island of Bernera, Harris. There were some sympathetic to the Free Presbyterian Cause there at first, but no supply was available, and ministers were scarce, and the place was inaccessible. Her brother was a minister in another denomination, and many of her relations, but her devotion to her own church was unswerving to the end. She often spoke of her father, who seems to have been an outstanding godly man, and to have instructed his family well in the doctrines of salvation. Some parents are a blessing to their children, and will be remembered affectionately by them all their days, for their wise and heavenly counsels, whereas others deserve to be forgotten as soon as they are out of the world, on account of their godless counsels and evil ways. “The memory of the just shall be held in everlasting remembrance, but the memory of the wicked shall rot.” At communion seasons she kept the ministers, and often referred to the honour conferred on her by the Most High, that she was in a position to shelter the servants of God under her roof. She was very hospitable to the Lord’s people, as well as generous to the funds of the Church. Her memory for Scripture was unique, and she had extraordinary gifts of conversation, so that as a hostess she was never at a loss for a subject to entertain her guests. The writer often heard her expressing thankfulness to God for His temporal mercies to man and beast. We do not often hear exclamations of thanksgiving and praise nowadays, but more often curses, especially, if the weather is inclement, men never considering who is the Author governing the elements. On one occasion we were sitting round a meal, she being at the head of the table as usual, when she referred to the Saviour saying to His disciples; “Children have ye here any meat,” after He had risen from the dead. It is not many, even of those professing, who could refer to Scriptural topics so aptly, as well as having a fund of Christian anecdotes concerning the saints, who are now in Heaven. She told of one missionary who advised the people to attend the public means of grace, although it was only to hear the people of God singing His praises. Her own attendance on the means was most exemplary, although she was advanced in years, being an octogenarian. She was not of the fair weather worshippers; although latterly dull of hearing, her place in the House of God was seldom empty. Before she obtained a conveyance she had to walk from Lingerby to Kintail, a distance of several miles, which many younger than she found it to be too much on Sabbath, although on week days, for secular purposes, it would not be so long. Mrs. Morison was not left long on a bed of illness. She knew she would never recover. When it was suggested that she should be removed down stairs she showed her strong personality to the last by declaring that she would remain where she was till they removed her remains. Her interest in natural scenery continued even on a dying bed. She wanted to see the handiworks of the Creator in the sea, and bays and creeks, visible from her window. When she came as a stranger to Lingerby she stood on an eminence, surveying the landscape, and decided it was a good place for man and beast to stay there, although not prepossessing at first sight. The last thing she asked on earth was whether the family worship had been engaged in. She is survived by two daughters and a son to whom we would extend our sympathy.—D. J. Macaskill.