When it was past she said again and again,-- "The Lord deals very gently with me.

Lord, I am thine; save me--Blessed Jesus--precious Saviour--His blood cleanseth from all sin--Who shall separate ?--His name is Wonderful--Thanks be to God--He giveth the victory--I, even I, am saved--O grace, mercy, and wonder!--Lord, receive my spirit!--Dear sir--dear father, mother, friends, I am going--but all is well, well, well--." She relapsed again.

We knelt down to prayer.

The Lord was in the midst of us, and blessed us.
She did not again revive while I remained, nor ever speak any more words which could be understood.

She slumbered for about ten hours, and at last sweetly fell asleep in the arms of that Lord who had dealt so gently with her.
I left the house an hour after she had ceased to speak.