SUSAN GRAY. 27

firm, and unable to leave her arm-chair or her
bed, and Mrs. Neale put me upon reading the
Bible to her; and taught me that it was my
duty to make her comfortable in every way in
my power.

When I was about the age of fourteen, m,
poor aunt died, and, as I now had no home,
Mrs. Neale took me entirely into her family, to
wait upon her, and to assist Mrs. Sarah, who
was getting past ber work.

I lived in this family for more than three
years, and these were the happiest years of my
life. Not a day passed in which I did not
receive some good instruction from my dear
lady,—some holy counsel, by which, with
God’s help, to guide my future life. She
was particularly anxious to make me sen-
sible of the depravity of my heart, and of my
natural inability to do any thing that is good
and pointed out to me, that, as the people
of God were sustained in the wilderness by
the manna which, from day to day, was found
as dew upon the ground, in like manner I
must seek the bread of heaven, as my daily
support in my Christian life. She began and
ended every lesson by leading and commend-
ing me to the Saviour of men; exhorting
me habitually to cast myself as a condemn-
ed and helpless sinner at the foot of the
cross.

At length, it pleased God to take from me
my beloved Mrs. Neale, after an illness of a
few days. She died at the great age of eighty-
two. A few hours before her death, she called