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About a fortnight before her death, conversing with a friend, she entered largely into an account of her religious experience, and observed how gracious the Lord had been to her. "Indeed," she remarked, "I often felt what I could not express. For some time I suspected that I was suffering my attention to be engaged too much with the concerns of this world, so that I did not enjoy religion so much as I did before. I am surprised that this should have been the case but previously to my illness, I was led by the gracious influences of the Holy Spirit to cleave more closely to him." She then spake with much pleasure of the comfort she had felt in her class-meeting, and observed, "While we have sometimes been singing,

'There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins,
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.'

I have felt my heart lifted up above itself."From the whole of her conversation it appeared that she had not sat under a plain and heartsearching ministry in vain; the glorious truths of the gospel had reached her heart; she had treasured them there, and in this, the time of need, she felt their gracious influence to support and

comfort her while she passed through the valley of the shadow of death.

On Thursday the 31st, a friend spoke to her of the happiness she would soon possess in the kingdom of God. "Ah," she exclaimed, "I am utterly unworthy of the least of his mercies! If he were to spurn me from his presence for ever, it would be no more than just!" "True," replied her friend, "but behold the cross of Christ; there hangs all human hope!" A short interval of mental prayer now took place, when suddenly with a loud voice, she exclaimed, "Blessed Jesus, I believe! Lord, I believe! I love thee, O yes, I do love thee! I now can resign all for thee!”—

On Saturday, February 2nd, conceiving herself to be near eternity, she requested that the family might be assembled in her room; and then in the most affectionate manner addressed them, solemnly admonishing them to guard against sin, and with many tears, entreating all to live to God, that they might meet her in heaven. On Sunday the 3rd, she said to those around her, in a most sweet tone of voice, "He says he will come and take me to glory. My Saviour has said so; he will come and take me to glory; this is better than all!" From the whole of her remarks at this time, it appeared that her faith in Christ was strong and vigorous; although very ill, yet she retained the powers of her mind unimpaired; with the fullest

conviction that her earthly race was nearly run, her confidence was unshaken. Thus, while death and eternity, with all their important consequences were at hand, no distressing fears, no awful forebodings, harassed her in the prospect of approaching dissolution; although just about to "say to corruption, Thou art my mother, and to the worm, Thou art my sister," yet she was not dismayed; the cold dark grave alarmed her not; death had lost its sting, and the grave its victory. How was it that a female in the bloom of youth, lovely and beloved, and whose prospects of happiness were as bright as those of most;-how was it, that one whose connexions were such as to promise her a full share of earthly bliss, could without a murmur resign all? How was it, that where philosophers, kings, and heroes, have failed, a humble,. timid young woman triumphed? The answer is plain. It was Religion! It was her faith in. Christ, and a sure and certain hope of a blissful immortality, which made her more than conqueror over death.

"Her God sustain'd her in the final hour!"

On Monday the 4th, she was considerably revived, and expressed her thankfulness for having been supported by divine grace, during her severe sufferings on the preceding day. On being asked, how she felt her mind, when she

seemed so near eternity; she replied, "All is peace trusting in God." Her father and mother standing by her bed side, she said to her father, "I am going to glory." Looking earnestly at her mother, and putting her arms round her neck, in an affectionate tone, she said, "O my dear dear mother! I wish you were going with I think we shall meet again. O my dear mother, live piously, and we shall meet, never again to part!"


From this time she continued to wait the approach of death, in a state of mind truly enviable. Her mother observing how hard it was to give her up, the sound caught the sufferer's ear, and she exclaimed, "Not give me to Jesus, my dear mother! to whom would you give me?" On Friday morning, February 8th, 1822, it became evident that the moment of dissolution drew near. Of this she was fully sensible, and while her friends were endeavouring to render her every assistance, she sweetly smiled and said, " It is of no use." "No," my dear, replied her weeping attendant; "but we wish to smooth your passage." She again smiled, and said, " Very well!" Her father coming into the room, she took an affectionate leave of him, and observed, "The storm will soon be over; I shall soon be in heaven." It was a solemn hour; earth was receding; its joys and sorrows pleased and pained no more. The immortal spirit was about to

quit its tabernacle, and take its flight, to appear before the tribunal of the Judge eternal, and receive its everlasting doom; yet she did not shrink, but with holy confidence exclaimed, "I shall soon be in heaven." She requested to be raised up in the bed this was done; she then reclined gently back, and, without a struggle, left her friends below, and joined her kindred spirits in the skies.


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