She lifted up her eyes to heaven for a moment, and then, fixing them on me with a solemn, affecting look, said,-- "May so young a poor child as I am be admitted to the Lord's Supper?
I have for some time wished it, but dared not to mention it, for fear you should think it wrong." "My dear Jenny, I have no doubt respecting it, and shall be very glad to converse with you on the subject, and hope that He who has given you the desire, will bless his own ordinance to your soul.

Would you wish it now or to-morrow ?" "To-morrow, if you please, sir;--will you come to-morrow and talk to me about it?
and if you think it proper, I shall be thankful.

I am growing faint now--I hope to be better when you come again." I was much pleased with her proposal, and rejoiced in the prospect of seeing so young and sincere a Christian thus devote herself to the Lord, and receive the sacramental seal of a Saviour's love to her soul.
Disease was making rapid inroads upon her constitution, and she was aware of it.

But as the outward man decayed, she was strengthened with might, by God's Spirit in the inner man.

She was evidently ripening fast for a better world.
I remember these things with affectionate pleasure; they revive my earlier associations, and I hope the recollection does me good.