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 saying, Thomas, I beg you to leave off your bad ways—read the Bible—I give you mine.—I have it a precious book. Do you not rememberour little brother who died some years since? he was praying to the last moment of his life. Learn pray while you are in health, and you will find  comfort and power of it when you come to ; but first of all pray for a new heart— it you will never see God in heaven. Your ways lead to misery and ruin; may the Lord turn your heart to love and fear him.

The child then suddenly rose up with an exertion, threw her livid wasted arms  me as I sat on the bedside, laid her head  my shoulder, and said distinctly, God bless  reward you give thanks for me to Him—my soul is saved—Christ is every thing to me.—Sir, we shall meet in Heaven, shall we not? O, yes—then all will be

She sunk back on the bed, and spoke no more—fetched a deep sigh-smiled and died. For some time I remained silently gazing on the corpse, and could hardly persuade myself that  was indeed no longer there. As I returned, I fell into meditation on the subject of the fightflight [sic] of a soul from this world  that of departed spirits.

was the last word little Jane uttered while living; and seemed to be inscribed  the farewell scene at the grave where she was. Attachment to the spot where this young Christian lay, induced me to plant a yew tree close the head of the grave, adjoining the eastern wall of the church. But it withered soon afterwards, and like the child whose grave it pointed out to notice, early faded away and died. Per-