I went to her, and I thank Him who inclined me to seek this wandering lamb of his fold, and to be (it may be) the means of leading her back to His loving care and protection.

I often saw her during the last few weeks of her life, and she was usually alone; Aunt Lucy, her mother's servant, and her own nurse when an infant, being the only other occupant of her small cottage.
"Speaking of her, brings back, vividly as if it happened yesterday, the scene with which her young life closed.

Lucy sent for me, as I had charged her, but the messenger delayed, and in consequence, Ellen had been some hours sick when I arrived.

Oh! how lovely her face appears to my memory, as I recall her.

She was in no pain at the moment I entered; her head was supported by pillows, and her brown hair fell over them and over her neck.
Her eyes were bright as an angel's, her cheeks flushed to a crimson color, and her white, beautiful hand grasped a cane which Dr.Lawton had just placed there, hoping to relieve some of her symptoms by bleeding.