r to go out. Unable to be present
herself, she sent two messages by her sister: one to those who had
signed--"Behold, God Himself is ... our Captain;" [1] to those who had
not signed--"Come thou with us and we will do thee good." [2]--While
the meeting was going on she was busy at home stitching strong paper
tract-bags for sailors at sea, till she felt ill and had to be assisted
to her room.

[Footnote 1: 2 Chron. xiii. 12.]
[Footnote 2: Num. x. 29.]

On May 26 she was able to correct the proof of _Morning Stars_, on the
text, "I am the bright and morning Star;" and then, as her sister says,
the pen so long used in the service of her King was laid down. The last
passage she looked at in her Bible was the _Christian Progress_ chapter
for May 28.[1] She asked that it might be read to her, and dwelt on "Be
thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life." On the
29th fever and internal inflammation rapidly came on, and she exhibited
all the symptoms of peritonitis. She suffered very severe pain; but
though the outward man was perishing, the inward man was being renewed.
On May 30, speaking of justification by faith, she said, "Not for our
own works or deservings; oh, what vanity it seems now to rest on our own
obedience for salvation, any merit of our own takes away the glory of
the atoning blood. 'Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins
in His own blood'--_that's it_." When asked if she had any fear, she
replied, "Why should I? Jesus said, 'It is finished;' and what was His
precious blood shed for? _I trust that_."

[Footnote 1: Rev. ii. 1-10.]

On Whit-Sunday she was better, and able to converse a little with her
brother and sister. On the following day at early dawn she made the
remark, "'Spite of the breakers, Marie, I am so happy. God's promises
are so true. Not a fear." At 8 A.M. it was thought she was departing.
The Lord's Supper was administered at her request, and when it was over
she whispered to her brother, "Frank dear, it is not the performance of
the rite, _no safety in that_; but it is obedience to His command, and
as a _remembrance_ of His dying love." When the doctor told her she
would soon be going home, she exclaimed. "Beautiful! too good to be
true!... Oh! it is the Lord Jesus that is so dear to me, I can't tell
how precious! how much He has been to me!" Afterwards she asked for "How
sweet the name of Jesus sounds!"

To the vicar of Swansea, who visited her, she said, "O