We knelt down to prayer: the Lord was in the midst of us, and blessed us.
She did not again revive while I remained, nor ever speak any more words which could be understood.

She slumbered for about ten hours, and at last sweetly fell asleep in the arms of that Lord who had dealt so gently with her.
I left the house an hour after she had ceased to speak.

I pressed her hand as I was taking leave, and said "Christ is the Resurrection and the Life." She gently returned the pressure, but could neither open her eyes nor utter a reply.
I never had witnessed a scene so impressive as this before.

It completely filled my imagination as I returned home.
"Farewell," thought I, "dear friend, till the morning of an eternal day shall renew our personal intercourse.

Thou wast a brand plucked from the burning, that thou mightest become a star shining in the firmament of glory.