14 THE HISTORY OF

moved her from thence to Nurse Browne's cot-
tage, which, being higher up the hill, and situ-
ated on the same sunny bank with my house,
we thought would be more cheerful and airy
for the poor girl. .

Nourishing food and good nursing had done
much for her; but still the doctor, who some-
times visited us from Ludlow, declared she
could not live. She had caught a cold, which
had fallen upon her lungs, and was in a deep
decline, which we believed would probably end
in her death before winter. But although she
as well as those about her knew that she was in
a dying state, yet never did I see a more cheer-
ful or happy creature than she was when we
brought her to the nurse's cottage.

Thank God, she was not in much pain, and
she had made her peace with him; her lamp
was trimmed, and she was prepared for the long
journey which she was soon to take. She spent
many hours of the day in reading and prayer,
and sometimes at noon, when the sun was high
in the heavens, and the air was warm, she would
sit at the door of the house, looking around her
upon the green woods, the river rolling through
the meadows, and the church upon the hill,
where she hoped her body would be laid beside
those of her dear parents, while her soul was
mounting, far above the clouds, to that happy
place, where those who have endured tempta-
tion shall receive the crown of life, which the
Lord hath promised to them that love him,
(James i. 12.)

While she was at this cottage, she, by little