pray by her, she quickly replied, "O yes: I should like to hear a prayer.” Before I began praying, I said to her, "how do you find yourself, my dear.' "I am easier, much easier, thank you Sir," she replied. "Ah! my dear child, (said I,) God is very good, he is our refuge and strengtn: a very present help in trouble." She seemed to feel what I said, her eyes brightened and she answered, "Oh yes, Sir, I love God, and God loves me, and he takes care of me."

With clasped hands and eyes upraised towards heaven did this dear girl then follow me in the prayer. As I was leaving the room, I said to her, "God bless you, my dear," with a countenance beaming with gratitude, she returned"God bless you, Sir, God bless you,thank you for coming." The doctors then came in; one of them went to the bed side and felt her pulse, and on asking her how she was, she replied, “I feel a little easier, I thank you, Sir." The voice of sympathy and kindness was sweet to her ear; and her repeated expressions of gratitude for the attention shewn her by her kind-hearted friends were truly pleasing. Gratitude appeared so prominent in her character. Reposing as she did in the bosom of the good Shepherd, she was made to drink of his Spirit, which taught her in her dis

tressed state of body to think of others, and to remember their labour of love towards her. My thoughts were much upon her during the whole day, and I felt grateful to my God for having sent me to comfort her heart with the words of truth. The following day another clergyman went to see her. She joined most fervently in prayer with him, and found much consolation from his visit. She passed a night of intense agony, but Jesus was with her in the furnace, and to him the Spirit of God enabled her to look for pardon and acceptance with the Father. The persons who sat up with her could testify to the ardent breathings of her soul in prayer. "The Lord heard her in this time of trouble, and strengthened her with strength in her soul.'

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The servant of a Christian lady who had been sent to dress her wounds, while thus employed, remarked to Rebecca, "how well she bore her sufferings. She replied, "it is my Saviour, who enables me to bear them." Rebecca mentioned to this kind-hearted young woman, that " some gentlemen had been there and prayed by her," and added with earnestness, "they said they would come again." As I understood her anxiety to see me was very great, and that there was little probability of her surviving many hours, I determined to go

early, with a friend. She appeared to be sleeping when we first entered the room. A woman who was attending her said, 66 my dear, here is the gentleman come to see you: shall he read a prayer to you?" She answered, "O! yes, I should like to hear a prayer." She repeated aloud after me, till exhausted by the effort, she was obliged to cease. When

I had finished, my friend went to the side of the bed, and asked her if she thought of that dear Jesus who suffered for us, who endured so much for our sakes. "Oh! yes, Sir,” she replied with energy, "I do, I do." "Do you pray, (continued he,) to this dear Saviour, to pardon you your sins?" She answered with still greater earnestness, "I do, I do, Sir." My friend was much affected with the scene. It was such as is not often witnessed, or that the servants of God are always privileged to behold. It was the triumph of sovereign grace over the most acute agony of the flesh. The strong faith and confidence which this dear suffering girl exercised in a covenant God, convinced my friend she must have received spiritual instruction, before this melancholy accident. On his asking the mother if she was ever at a Sunday School, she replied her daughter had been at one at Reading. This answer led him to conclude, that it was there the word of God took root, which

afterwards sprung up, in the season of affliction, to the praise and glory of God.

As we were conversing together, the dear sufferer cried out, as in great anguish of body, "Lord, have mercy upon me. I followed it by saying, "Christ, have mercy upon me.' She immediately repeated the words after me. My friend said to her, "ah, my dear, you will soon be with your Saviour." This seemed to have made a deep impression on her mind from what she said just before she expired. As we were leaving the room I said, bidding her farewell, "God bless you, my dear"-" God bless you, my dear Sir, God bless you,' she repeated several times. My friend gave her his blessing also, for which she thanked him with real gratitude and wonderful strength of voice, considering she was within half an hour of her death. Her sufferings very much increased after we had left, but her faith in Christ remained firm and unshaken.

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The blessed Jesus was faithful to his word, "I will be with you," and his presence cheered her in the last painful struggle. A young woman observing to Rebecca, my dear, you suffer a great deal, but you bear your sufferings very well." She made answer, "my sufferings are nothing; I think of what my Saviour suffered, who was crucified, and nailed to the cross, for a sinner like me.

Within ten minutes of her death, she said to a person attending her; "O! Elizabeth, I have seen my Saviour-my Saviour is waiting for me:" and then turning to another woman, "O! Mrs. S. my Saviour has been kissing me so sweetly."

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Her last words were, "O my blessed Jesus-this moment, this moment." A smile was on her countenance as her last breath escaped her. She fell asleep in Jesus exactly at eleven o'clock, surviving the accident only eight and forty hours. She had that day attained the age of fifteen, and thus realized in herself the truth of Solomon's assertion, that "the day of one's death is better than the day of one's birth.

X.

LETTER TO A YOUNG PERSON.

"Preparation for death!" You are perhaps ready to say, "I am but young, and may live many years; I hope I shall prepare for it before the time comes; but if I direct my attention to it now, I shall be melancholy, and prevented from enjoying the innocent pleasures of life."

Ah, my dear young friend, you are de ceived in your estimate of human life; you presume on lengthened days; but what assurance can you have, that even another hour (not to say years) may be yours?-It.