Sir, don't she look very ill?
I think, sir, we sha'n't have her here long." "Leave that to the Lord," said Elizabeth.

"All our times are in his hand, and happy it is that they are.

I am willing to go.

Are not you willing, my father, to part with me into _his_ hands who gave me to you at first ?" "Ask me any question in the world but that," said the weeping father.
"I know," said she, "you wish me to be happy." "I do, I do," answered he; "let the Lord do with you and us as best pleases Him." I then asked her on what her present consolations chiefly depended, in the prospect of approaching death.
"Entirely, sir, on my view of Christ.

When I look at myself, many sins, infirmities, and imperfections cloud the image of Christ which I want to see in my own heart.