she had done, during the former part of her illness. With renewed courage and confi. dence, I again committed her to Him, who had wrought such great things for her; believing, that he would shortly rebuke the tempter, (who was then working upon her natural mental disease,) and resume his own work. I really think nothing short of this conviction, could have enabled me to pass through those two days, during which this dear child was, I think, as fretful and contrary at times, as I ever knew her in her most afflicted state; though no violence was permitted to break out. The disturbance pervaded her sleeping, as well as her waking hours : for often in her sleep, she would burst out into expressions of displeasure, distress, and sometimes of terror.

I have already mentioned, that she was always calm, while I was praying with her; and she generally thanked me, when I end. ed. It pleased God, however, almost to dis. able me from doing this. My cough, and the inflammation on my chest, prevented my speaking, without the greatest difficulty and pain. This most trying part of the dispensation, ended on Monday evening, when I was taking her off the bed to have her tea. On first rising, she repulsed me with the most distressing petulancy. Exhausted with fatigue and illness, I had not power to sustain her weight ; and we sunk down together upon the bed. I could not refrain from tears. She was deeply affected ; and said, “ Poor dear Miss H. I am very sorry you are so poorly, and have such a bad cough. I am very sorry I have been so peevish and impatient; I cannot help it-indeed I cannot help it. I wish Jesus Christ would take away my naughty tempers. Do pray that he will make me a good child." I replied, “ my dear Sarah, I fear you have not really prayed to him yourself. If you had really prayed, you would have tried not to grieve his Holy Spirit as you have done the last two days. Do you not remember, my love, that the apostle says, 'if you have not the Spirit of Christ, you are not his ?' If then you love the Lord Jesus Christ, as I hope you do, you must try to be more like him, and no longer so sadly grieve his Holy Spirit ; you will then, my dear child, no longer grieve me.” She seemed deeply affected ; and put. ting her little wasted arms around my neck, as I again attempted to raise her, she kissed me most affectionately, and begged my par. don again and again ; then looking upward, she fervently exclaimed, with tears streaming down her pale cheeks, “ I do love the Lord Jesus Christ-I do indeed,- I love him exceedingly_indeed, INDEED I do. I am very sorry I have been such a naughty child Miss H. Will you pray for me?”. I was almost overcome by the tender feeling and fervency with which she spoke ; and as she leaned on my shoulder, prayer was offered, heard, and answered. She arose quite calm, and said, “ you are always so kind and good to me, my dear Miss H. I do love you very much; but (with the sweetest smile,) we shall love each other better in heaven.”

From that time Satan was no more suffered to have an advantage over her; or in any way to molest her. So true is the Scripture testimony concerning Christ, “He must reign till he hath put all enemies under his feet ;" a text which has often encouraged me in reference to dear Sarah's peculiar case for years past; and which came at this season with great power and comfort to my mind. She that evening greatly enjoyed her Bible, and some hymns which were repeated to her, when she could read no longer. She had a very severe fit of coughing, as she was getting into bed. When it left her, she put her hand to her chest, and said, “ the pain is here now. It is very painful, and this cough is very distressing : but, (cheerfully,) I don't mind it, a little pain does not signify, and

"Jesus car make the dying bed
While on his breast I lean my head,

And sweetly breathe my life out there."». adding, “Is not that a beautiful hymn, Miss H.?" I replied, “indeed, my love, it is ; and I trust you will richly experience all the comfort it expresses.” “Oh! yes

(she said,) Jesus is my kind shepherd; and he will take me to heaven soon-Miss H. it is in the Bible, (this was mostly the preface to her remarks and enquiries,) that there are harps in heaven. I do not know how to play upon the harp; but I hope Jesus Christ will teach me, when I sit at his feet. Oh! I should like always to sit at his feet with Mary who loved him so. I think Christ will teach me to sing too; I suppose he will teach me every thing when I get to heaven.” Af. ter a little pause, during which she seemed engaged in deep thought, she looked up to me rather anxiously, and in a sweet, humble tone asked, “Miss H. do you think there will be a harp in heaven little enough for me?"

I shall now proceed to what I consider the most remarkable instance of Sarah's genuine 8.inpiicity and strength of faith. It was indeed an overcoming faith. The clergyman out of the country, before mentioned, came to see her on Wednesday the 20th of October. In the early part of the evening, she had been speaking to him of dying, in her wonted strain of pleasure; and he was somewhat afraid, that she might not properly under. stand what death is. He therefore very seriously, but tenderly, said to her—“My dear Sarah, you speak of death, as if you thought no more of dying, than of going into the next room. It is, my dear child, a very awful thing to die.” With strong expression

of countenance and manner, she firmly and solemnly replied, “ I know it-but I cannot go to Jesus except I die; and I am not afraid. He is my kind shepherd-his rod and his staff will support me." He at once saw on what solid ground her faith and hope rested; and proceeded to a further trial of them. “ But, my dear child, your body must be put into the grave when you are dead; and the grave is a very dark place, dear Sarah.” With increased solemnity, and the greatest firmness, (putting her little hand before her eyes,) she replied, “I KNOW THAT_VERY DARK, and VERY COLD T00–(shuddering)-horrible!!_but (with astonishing firmness) I don't mind that I am not afraid -I wish to die, and I shall die soon, and go to heaven, and sit at the feet of Jesus, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, and Christ will teach me to play on a golden harp, and I shall glorify God there." Astonished and delighted, he encouraged the lively hope she expressed of heavenly rest and glory; read to her some Scriptures and hymns; and enlarged upon the subjects they brought before her. A day or two before, he had sent her a copy of “the Chil. dren's Friend,” for October. She put it into his hand with a request that he would read to her “ the beautiful verses at the end." And she was not satisfied, until he had repeated them several times, though she