“more grace"_“fresh grace"_" grace to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ"_" grace to subdue all her naughty temper”-“grace to pardon all her naughty tricks in thought or deed”_" grace to take away all her sins” “ grace to wash in the Fountain for sin and uncleanness: the blood, the precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ"_“grace to make her a humble, holy, and a happy child-a child of God-a lamb of Christ's fold,” &c.

At about ten, she was got up as usual; and while dressing, she said to the servant; “make haste, Sally; pray make haste; I shall not be in time.” “In time for what, Miss ?” “()! Sally, don't you know? I am going to church to day, to have the bread aüd the wine.” As soon as she was dressed, she begged me to let her have her breakfast directly, lest she should be too late. Soon afterwards her medical friends came : she told them she was going to church. Doctor S said, “my dear child, you must worship God at home now, you are so ill. You will probably no more enter his earthly courts; but will 'ere long, I trust, be a worshipper in his temple above.” She quickly replied, know that; but I must go to church to-day to have the bread and the wine. Mr. H. is not come homembut Mr. B. (the friend who had been with her on the preceding Wednesday,) will preach; and he will give me

that sweet bread and wine, which will strengthen and refresh my body and my soul.” It was in vain to attempt to divert her from the idea ; and at two o'clock she wept and implored me to let her go; expressed her fear that she should be too late; and asked if the bell was going. It then struck me that she thought it was Sunday. On inquiry I found this was the case, and undeceived her. On my assuring her it was Friday, she sighed deeply, and said ; “Oh! dear Miss H. I am so disappointed. I did think it was Sunday. It is a great privation : but I must wait.” In the evening, while we were sitting together on the sofa, her aching and throbbing head leaning on my shoulder, she said ; “Miss H. are there angels bere?” I asked her what she meant. She replied, “ It is in the Psalms, you know, he giveth his angels charge concerning us and in the Hebrews, that they are ministering spirits to the heirs of salvation. What does that mean? Are there any angels here now ?” I answered, “whatever the Bible states, you know, my dear child, must be true; and it is a very comforting thought to those who love the Lord, that good angels are sent to take charge of and minister to them. Possibly, my love, you may soon be a ministering spirit.” She affectionately patted and kissed my hand, as it hung over

lyer shoulder, and with great animation said ; " Then I will come and take care of you, my dear Miss H. for I love you very much.” About eight, she requested to have some of my mother's nice tea and toast, and she enjoyed buttering the toast and sweetening the tea herself. While she was taking it, one of her medical friends came to pay his evening visit. She referred to the mistake she had been under respecting the day ; expressing a deep feeling of disappointment at what she termed the great privation - He thought her pulse better, and expressed his conviction that she would pass a comfortable night. After she was in bed, I gave her what she usually took; and said, “I hope, dear Sarah, you will have a good night, you seem so comfortable. Do you feel sleepy ?" She replied, “a little: 1 shall soon go to sleep, and Jesus will take care of me. He never slumbers nor sleeps.” She then be. gan her prayers, and I stood beside her to listen, that I might join her in spirit. She seemed to become rather drowsy as she proceeded ; and after her usual petition at the throne of grace for her dear mama, and her dear sisters, and her dear Miss H. her voice ceased; I could not at first tell whether from the oppression sometimes caused by speaking, or drowsiness : but after watching for a few moments, I perceived she was asleep; and

I lay down on the sofa, being much tired, to rest until she awoke. In about half an hour, she suddenly started up, and exclaimed, “do you see?” I did not appear to notice her speaking, as she often talked in her sleep: but on her repeating the question eagerly, “Miss H. do you see?” I arose, went to her bedside, and quietly asked her, “ Did you speak, dear Saralı ?” She calmly answered, “Oh! never mind _I suppose I was dreaming-was I, Miss H ?" “ I cannot tell, my dear, probably you were.” Af., ter another interval, in which she seemed to sleep sweetly, she again started up and said, “ What did you say ?” The servant was then sitting at her bedside, and replied, “ I did not speak, my dear.” She quickly enquired, “What did Miss H. say?" I again went to her, and told her I had not spoken. She smiled and said, “why, Miss H. I thought you told me, my dear mama was come. I wish she could come, but she is too far away. I shall see her when I get to heaven, and I hope my sisters will come there too.” I gave her some refreshment, and she quickly again fell into a quiet sleep, far more quiet than for many nights before. The servant left us to prepare for the night; and I remained beside her, rejoicing in the apparent comfort with which she slept. Her generally burning cheek was cool, and free

from hectic flush. Her head was cool, her hands the same. Struck with the difference, I felt her pulse, and found it very quick, but very feeble; and was glad that she awoke. I gave her some wine and egg, After taking it, she thanked and kissed me; and on lying down said, “it is very good. You are very kind, Miss H. to give me such nice cherry wine. I am very sorry that I have ever grieved you by being so fretful-I do not mean to grieve you. I hope Jesus Christ will make me a good child.” She then kissed me very affectionately, and laid down. In a few minutes she coughed, as she usually did shortly after taking any thing. I raised and supported her upon my arm. This was repeated a second, and a third time. On the third time of her rising, I thought she seemed as if she was going to be sick ; and as I was assisting her to rise, I said, “my dear child, are you sick ?” She answered "no" in rather a tremulous tone; and instantly springing up with an appearance of strength that astonished me, stretching forth her arms to their full length, with an exclama. tion of joy, and glory beaming in her eye, her willing, waiting spirit in an instant burst from the body, which fell back lifeless upon my still outstretched arm. I was not sure she was gone to her “ kind shepherd ;" but rang the bell, and sent off for the surgeon, who