Nor I alone.

The last day will, if I err not, disclose further fruits, resulting from the love of God to this little child, and, through her, to others that saw her.

And may not hope indulge the prospect, that this simple memorial of her history shall be as one arrow drawn from the quiver of the Almighty to reach the hearts of the young and the thoughtless?
Direct its course, O my God! May the eye that reads, and the ear that hears, the record of little Jane, through the power of the Spirit of the Most High, each become the witness for the truth as it is in Jesus! I remembered the tender solicitude of this dear child for her mother.

I well knew what an awful contrast the dispositions and conduct of her parents exhibited, when compared with her own.
I resolved to avail myself of the first opportunity I could seize to speak to the mother in the child's presence.

The woman had latterly avoided me, conscious of deserving, and fearful of receiving reproof.