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only three days; but never, never surely did
any one prepare for death with so much joy,
such holy hope and humble confidence in God,
as did this excellent young woman!

The night before she died, I gave her the
sacrament, my wife and two eldest daughters
being present, and partaking of the holy feast
with her.

But, before she would suffer me to begin the
sacred office, she called God to witness, that
she, from her heart, forgave all those who had,
by any means, done her any ill: she particular-
ly mentioned the names of Mrs. Bennet, Char-
lotte Owen, and the Captain; and prayed God
to give them a full sense of their wicked lives,
that so they might repent, and be partakers,
through the merits of their Saviour, of everlast-
ing happiness.

After she had taken the holy sacrament, she
fell into a sweet sleep, from which she awoke
at dawn of day. Her nurse saw, by the change
which had taken place in her during the night,
that she had not many hours to live, and imme-
diately sent for me and my wife.

When we came into the room and stood by
her bed-side, she smiled, but did not speak. I
asked her how she did, and how she had rested.
She made no answer, but held out her pale cold
hand to mine.

She soon afterwards asked for her Bible; and
when it was brought to her, and laid by her,
she seemed satisfied, and did not attempt to
open it.

She grew fainter and fainter, and was not