My time will be very short.
But I must, indeed I must, say something for your sake, before I die.

O mother! you have a soul--you have a soul; and what will become of it when you die?
O my mother! I am so uneasy about your soul--" "Oh, dear! I shall lose my child--she will die--and what shall I do when you are gone, my Jenny ?" She sobbed aloud.
"Mother, think about your soul.

Have you not neglected that ?" "Yes, I have been a wicked creature, and hated all that was good.

What can I do ?" "Mother, you must pray to God to pardon you for Christ's sake.

You must pray." "Jenny, my child, I cannot pray: I never did pray in all my life.