66 Christ is she was conscious I was near her. She was in extreme agony, but only exclaimed, “Oh, my Saviour! relief, relief!" I thought it might be some comfort to know I was close to her, and I whispered it to her. She pressed my hand and said softly, close to me," proving that all her comfort and rest was in Christ alone. It was evident that Jesus was indeed present at this trying hour, making all her bed in her sickness. I said, I thought she would soon be at rest. "I think so,"she replied: "worse and worse in body, but strong in-” and here her voice failed. "In the inner man," I said, "Yes, that is what I mean." I was silent. She was evidently engaged in prayer,-her countenance placid in the extreme. She took my hand and pointed upwards, and en deavoured to tell me that she had, on the preceding evening, been obliged to part with her kind minister, who was leaving town; that she had been able to pray with him and to speak to him. 66 I took my last earthly leave of him, but we shall meet in heaven.-Thank him for his great kindness, and give my Christian love to him." When I parted from her, certainly, I did not expect again to find her living. "You On the 27th, however, she was better, and on seeing me, said, did not expect this, did you? Oh I am long dying-such agony, but God keeps me, I am so thankful to him for preserving me. I am sometimes lost, when I think that only my body is suffering; my soul is at rest. It might have been, that I had been left to doubts and terrors to the end, but, instead of that, I am in perfect peace!" "He will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Him." "He keeps your mind stayed on Him, therefore, you must have peace," I said. "Yes," she said, " when I can think at all, it is all of his love and mercy.' I repeated the verse :— "Jesus can make a dying bed, Feel soft as downy pillows are; While on his breast I lean my head, She said, 66 Yes, He can, and he does. I have such a mixture of blessings in my cup." She requested me to read some of Hart's hymns. I turned to the seventy-second : "All my springs are in thee." Ah!" she said, " it is all love, from beginning to end." I then, in order to prevent her speaking, told her of a sermon I heard on the preceding evening, and particularly of one part, which was exceedingly beautiful.-The preciousness of the saints in Christ's sight; how tenderly he loved them, and, that we could not be in any possible circumstance in which he would forget the price he paid for his elect family. "I thank God," Isabella said, quite in an earnest manner, "I do not doubt or mistrust that." She told me to give her kindest love to Miss H. Tell her I die safely resting in Christ. Tell her I have no words to express my gratitude to her. Thank her for the care she took of my soul. Now I feel the value of her kindness. I was always sensible of it, and it made . some impression, but not as it does now. When we parted, she said, 66 We shall be employed in praising Him throughout eternity." 28th, 29th, 30th, were passed in suffering beyond what I can describe. On the 30th, I thought she could not survive the day. In a short interval of comparative ease, I asked her how she was! "I hope you will soon be as happy, if "—and she added, after a pause, 66 God's will." I said, 66 66 You will soon join the church triumphant: you are now resting in Christ." She smiled, and said, “ Quite at rest in Him.-I am not able, but Christ has done every thing." She continued speaking, though I could hardly hear her. My Saviour," she 66 said. I whispered, "Yes, he is your |