Mrs.
Beauchamp was delighted to see her so much amended, and began to hope she might recover, and, spite of her former errors, become an useful and respectable member of society; but the arrival of the doctor put an end to these delusive hopes: he said nature was making her last effort, and a few hours would most probably consign the unhappy girl to her kindred dust.
Being asked how she found herself, she replied--"Why better, much better, doctor.

I hope now I have but little more to suffer.

I had last night a few hours sleep, and when I awoke recovered the full power of recollection.

I am quite sensible of my weakness; I feel I have but little longer to combat with the shafts of affliction.

I have an humble confidence in the mercy of him who died to save the world, and trust that my sufferings in this state of mortality, joined to my unfeigned repentance, through his mercy, have blotted my offences from the sight of my offended maker.