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ther's will or I should be willing to live here twenty years, and suffer as I do now, because I know he would enable me to bear it ; but the Lord's time is best.” Her sister one day placed a large doll at the foot of the bed, thinking it would amuse her ; but she desired to have it taken away!: and then take ing up her Bible, kissed it, saying, “ precious book ; and I have got my Lord and Saviour with me, that is best. I am so happy!” and began to sing, “ Praise God from whom all blessings flow;" then she requested her friends to sing, “ My God, the spring of all my joys, &c." and joined in it. When they sang, “Run up with joy the shining way to see and praise the Lord,” she remarked, “it is indeed a glorious way, and I shall soon be there. Come J. and R. (her brother and sister) praise the Lord with me."-Her grati. tude and love to those who visited and gave her religious instruction were very great. The Rev. Mr. -- who visited her regularly, she was much attached to, and looked forward to the day on which he usually called with pleasure, saying, “I shall see my dear minis. ter today, and he will talk to me about hea. ven, and pray with me;" and one day on taking leave of him, apparently refreshed by his visit, she looked much pleased at him, saying, “I pray that the Lord may bless you, and fill you with his love, and that you


may be made the means of bringing thous sands to God. A few weeks before her death, on a Sabbath day, we all thought she was dying ; she was in a most happy state, and said, “ if I do not see my dear minister again here, tell him that I was very happy, that my blessed Saviour was with me, and I hope we shall meet in heaven.” She told her mo. ther., that she should never be taken down stairs again till she was carried down in her coffin. Seeing her affected, she said, “don't weep, you ought not, because I shall go to heaven; will you promise me that you won't when I die, nor when I am carried away ?" she replied, “how can I help it ?" “O mother, ask of God to make you joyful :" say, ‘Blessed Saviour, I thank thee that thou hast taken my child to heaven. Will you bave singing and prayer after I am dead, before I am carried away?” It was said to her, how do you like to think of your body being put into the ground ? She replied, “ we came from dust, and we must return to it; 'tis only our poor bodies when the trumpet shall sound, then they will be made glorious bodies like our blessed Saviour; as soon as I die my spirit will be carried up to heaven to see Jesus, and to enjoy his grace, and love, and live in glory for evermore.” The nearer she drew towards the close of her life, the more she enjoyed of the Lord's presence. For the

last fortnight she scarcely slept, but night and day she was praying to the Lord to fill her more and more with his love; with patience o wait till he was pleased to call her : adding, “I am waiting every minute for my blessed Saviour to call me; and when he does (spreading out her little arms, and raising her feeble voice as loud as she could) I shall say, I am coming, my blessed Saviour, I am coming :”repeating, “Be pleased to grant me an easy death.” She could speak very little for the last few days, from the shortness of her breath, but still appeared happy in the Lord, and full of love to all; she said “ I can't pray aloud, but I can pray with my heart, and I can look up to my blessed Saviour.” Some friends calling, she said with difficulty, “I can say I love Jesus dearly, he is gracious, and merciful to me, he is all I want." The xiv. of St. John was read to her, “yes, she said, he is gone to prepare a place for me; and when I get home to heaven, I shall praise him for ever : what a glorious place it will be !" She then requested her mother to come to bed, saying, “ I am sleepy, and I think we shall have a comfortable night, for my Savi. our is with me:" in a very short time after this, without a sigh or struggle, she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus-at the early age of six years and eight months. May we not with

truth say, that out of the month of this babe, God ordained strength and perfected praise.


(From Dr. Good's Book of Nature.)

A favourite cat that used from day to day to take her station quietly at my elbow, on the writing table, sometimes for hour after bour, whilst I was engaged in study, became at length less constant in her atten. dance, as she had a kitten to take care of. One morning she placed herself in the same spot, but seemed unquiet; and, instead of seating nerself as usual, continued to rub her furry sides against my hand and pen, as though resolved to draw my attention and make me leave off. As soon as she had accomplished this point, she leaped down on the carpet and made towards the door

with a look of great uneasiness. I opened the door for her, ‘as she seemed to desire; but instead of going forward, she turned round, earnestly looked at me, as though she wished me to follow her, or had something to communicate. I did not fully understand her meaning; and being much engaged at the time, shut the door upon her that she might go where she liked. In less than an hour afterwards she had again found an entrance into the room, and drawn close to me; but instead of mounting the table and rubbing herself against my hand as before, she was now under the table and continued to rub herself against my feet; on moving which, I struck them against something which seemed to be in their way; and on looking down, beheld, with equal grief and astonishment, the dead body of her little kitten covered over with cinder dust, and which I supposed had been alive and in good health. I now entered into the entire train of this afflicted cat's feelings. She had suddenly lost the nursling she doted on, and was resolved to make me acquainted with it, assuredly that I might know her. grief, and probably inquire into the cause; and finding me too dull to understand her expressive motioning, that I would follow her to the cinder heap on which the dead kitten had been thrown, she took the great

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