But thanks be to God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." At the sound of these words her eyes opened, and something like a ray of Divine light beamed on her countenance, as she said, "Victory, victory! through our Lord Jesus Christ." She relapsed again, taking no further notice of any one present.
"God be praised for the triumph of faith!" said I.
"Amen!" replied the soldier.
The Dairyman's uplifted eye showed that the amen was in his heart, though his tongue failed to utter it.

A short struggling for breath took place in the dying young woman, which was soon over; and then I said to her,-- "My dear friend, do you not feel that you are supported ?" "The Lord deals very gently with me," she replied.
"Are not his promises now very precious to you ?" "They are all yea and amen in Christ Jesus." "Are you in much bodily pain ?" "So little, that I almost forget it." "How good the Lord is!" "And how unworthy am I!" "You are going to see Him as He is." "I think--I hope--I believe that I am." She again fell into a short slumber.
Looking at her mother, I said, "What a mercy to have a child so near heaven as yours is!" "And what a mercy," she replied, in broken accents, "if her poor old mother might but follow her there! But, sir, it is so hard to part!" "I hope through grace by faith you will soon meet, to part no more: it will be but a little while." "Sir," said the Dairyman, "that thought supports me, and the Lord's goodness makes me feel more reconciled than I was." "Father, mother," said the reviving daughter, "He is good to me--trust Him, praise Him evermore." "Sir," added she, in a faint voice, "I want to thank you for your kindness to me--I want to ask a favour; you buried my sister--will you do the same for me ?" "All shall be as you wish, if God permit;" I replied.
"Thank you, sir, thank you.

I have another favour to ask: when I am gone, remember my father and mother.

They are old, but I hope the good work is begun in their souls.

My prayers are heard.