In this hope I live, in this hope I wish to die." I looked around me, as she was speaking, and thought, "Surely this is none other than the house of God, and the gate of heaven." Everything appeared neat, cleanly, and interesting.

The afternoon had been rather overcast with dark clouds; but just now the setting sun shone brightly and somewhat suddenly into the room.

It was reflected from three or four rows of bright pewter plates and white earthenware, arranged on shelves against the wall: it also gave brilliancy to a few prints of sacred subjects that hung there also, and served for monitors of the birth, baptism, crucifixion, and resurrection of Christ.
A large map of Jerusalem, and a hieroglyphic of "the old and new man," completed the decorations on that side of the room.

Clean as was the white-washed wall, it was not cleaner than the rest of the place and its furniture.

Seldom had the sun enlightened a house where order and general neatness (those sure attendants of pious poverty) were more conspicuous.
This gleam of setting sunshine was emblematical of the bright and serene close of this young Christian's departing season.