The finger of her left hand lay upon the book, pointing to the words, as if she had been using it to guide her eye whilst she read.
I looked at the place, and was pleased at the apparently casual circumstance of her finger pointing at these words:-- "Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom." "Is this casual or designed ?" thought I.

"Either way it is remarkable." But in another moment I discovered that her finger was indeed an index to the thoughts of her heart.
She half awoke from her dozing state, but not sufficiently so to perceive that any person was present, and said in a kind of whisper:-- "Lord, remember me--remember me--remember--remember a poor child--Lord, remember me--" She then suddenly started and perceived me, as she became fully awake.

A faint blush overspread her cheeks for a moment, and then disappeared.
"Dame K---, how long have I been asleep ?--Sir, I am very sorry--" "And I am very glad to find you thus," I replied.

"You may say with David, 'I laid me down and slept: I awaked, for the Lord sustained me.' What were you reading ?" "The history of the crucifying of Jesus, sir." "How far had you read when you fell asleep ?" "To the prayer of the thief that was crucified with him; and when I came to that place I stopped, and thought what a mercy it would be if the Lord Jesus, should remember me likewise--and so I fell asleep; and I fancied in my dream that I saw Christ upon the cross; and I thought I said, 'Lord, remember me;' and I am sure he did not look angry upon me--and then I awoke." All this seemed to be a sweet commentary on the text, and a most suitable forerunner of our intended sacramental service.
"Well, my dear child, I am come, as you wished me, to administer the sacrament of the body and blood of our blessed Saviour to you; and I daresay neighbour K--- will be glad to join us." "Talk to me a little about it first, sir, if you please." "You remember what you have learned in your Catechism about it.

Let us consider.