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'Those words are the sheet-anchor of my soul! said Hedley Vicars, a gallant young Army officer, as he sat talking to his sweetheart in the handsome drawing-room at Terling Place. 'Those words are more golden than gold! exclaimed Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, and she ordered that they should be inscribed upon her tomb. 'Those words did give a great ease to my spirit! John Bunyan tells us.
To the reality of this I do most willingly and fully testify." In 1874 F.R. Havergal went again to Switzerland. The first month of the visit was spent in quietly enjoying the scenery, and becoming braced up by the invigorating air. During the second month she began working at various literary projects, the chief being the writing of her poem "Thoughts of God."
F. T. T. Havergal succeeded in getting the Bishop’s remains and tomb-stone removed to Hereford Cathedral a few years later, in 1867. *Humphrey Humphreys*, A.D. 1701-1712, a Welshman, was translated to Hereford from Bangor. He is said to have been a good antiquary.
S.B. James, D.D., in his Frances Ridley Havergal, a Lecture Sermon. "After a garden-party in Somersetshire where she had almost exhausted herself, she happened to overhear her hostess's regret that the servants had not been present.
"You have much of me in you, Kit, despite your poor dear mother's extravagant attempts to limit your reading to Frances Ridley Havergal. Why didn't you marry an artist, eh? A painter or an author, somebody who can give us more beauty than we have already, or more truth? You're too good for Frances Ridley Havergal.
"Our sainted sister, Miss Havergal, once earnestly entreated us to write on about the needs of little children. Mrs. Herbert Taylor, now in glory, said, 'Oh continue unto the end pleading the Christ-like cause. "Yes! we are stewards, and not of money only. "Do these departed workers regret one effort made for Jesus?
If we would grow unto his likeness we must be where he can let shine upon us the light of his countenance. Frances Ridley Havergal had an aeolian harp sent to her which she tried to play with her fingers, and failed. At last a friend suggested that she place it in the window, and the music as the wind touched the strings was entrancing. We must be where he can use us. Second: Purification.
'Those words are more golden than gold! says Miss Havergal, as she orders them to be inscribed upon her tomb. 'They are like a gleam from the Mercy-seat! cries Donald Menzies. 'They are the sheet-anchor of my soul! Hedley Vicars tells his sweetheart.
A mother who was dying called her little daughter who was ten years old to her bedside and said tenderly, "I want you to learn this little prayer, 'O God, prepare me for all Thou art preparing for me." And the prayer was answered, for that little girl was Frances Ridley Havergal, who lived a consecrated life, and passed away singing about the Lord whom she loved.
When she was nearly nine years old, Mr. Havergal was appointed to the rectory of St. Nicholas, Worcester, and thither the family removed. Soon after their arrival, a sermon by the curate upon the text, "Fear not, little flock," aroused her from the feeling of self-satisfaction into which she had drifted.
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