I am so grieved about her soul, and I am afraid she cares nothing at all about it herself." "I hope I shall have an opportunity the next time I come.

Farewell, my child." "Good-bye, sir; and I thank you for all your kindness to me." "Surely," I thought within myself as I left the cottage, "this young bud of grace will bloom beauteously in paradise! The Lord transplant her thither in his own good time.

Yet, if it be his will, may she live a little longer, that I may further profit by her conversation and example!" Possibly, some who peruse these simple records of poor little Jane may wish the same.

If it be so, we will visit her again before she departs hence and is no more seen..