oul shall go to heavenly joy, yea, heavenly joy and
everlasting peace for evermore.'

Then she said, 'Dear Grandfather, I do believe thou wilt not
stay long behind me, when I am gone.'

He answered, 'Dear Granddaughter, I shall come as fast as the
Lord orders my way.'

Then she praised the Name of the Lord with high praises and
joyful sounds for a season, and then desired her Mother to let
her be taken up a little time; saying, 'It may be it will give
me some ease.' Then they sent for her Grandfather, who said to
her, 'If this be thy last day, and thereon thou art to die, it
is not safe for thee to be taken forth of thy bed: dear Mary,
thou shalt have all attendance that is convenient, as to set
thee up in thy bed, and to lay thee down again; but "to take
thee up" we are not willing to do it.'

She answered, 'Well, Grandfather, what thou seest best for me, I
am willing to have it so.'

Then her Mother and Aunt set her up in her bed; she said it did
refresh her and give her some ease: and as they were ordering
what was to be done about her bed, she said, 'Oh! what a great
deal of do is here in ordering the bed for one that is upon
their death-bed.'

Her Aunt, Joan Dewsbury, said, 'Mary, dost thou think thou art
upon thy death-bed?'

She answered, 'Yea, yea, I am upon my death-bed, I shall die
to-day, and I am very willing to die, because I know it is
better for me to die than live.'

Her Aunt replied, 'I do believe it is better for thee to die
than live.'

She said, 'Yea, it is well for me to die.'...

'And, dear Mother, I would have thee remember my love to my dear
sisters, relations, and friends; and now I have nothing to do, I
have nothing to do.'

A friend answered, 'Nothing, Mary, but to die.'

Then she said to her Mother, 'I desire thee to give me a little
clear posset drink, then I will see if I can have a little rest
and sleep before I die.'

When the posset drink came to her, she took a little.... Then
she said to her Mother, 'I have a swelling behind my ear, but I
would not have anything done to it, nor to my sore throat nor
mouth, for all will be well enough when I am in my grave.'

Then she asked what time of day it was? it being the latter part
of the day, her Grandfather said, 'The chimes are going four;'
she said, 'I