m most for sending Jesus from heaven to save me."

Many were the words of comfort she spoke to her poor sorrowing mother,
whose heart at times seemed almost broken at the prospect of losing her.
She said, "You will not cry, when I am in heaven, dear mother. I am only
going a little while first, and you will soon follow;" and once, on an
occasion of deep family distress, she pointed to the surest way for
relief, saying, "Mother, why do you cry so? Does not the Bible say God
cares for the sparrows, and are not you better than a sparrow? O mother,
pray, do pray, and then you will be so happy."

So calmly, so peacefully, did this young disciple enter the dark valley,
that truly she might have said,

"There's nothing terrible in death
To those who go to heaven."

Resting in her Saviour's love she feared no evil, his rod and his staff
they comforted her; sin was her only dread. Her only fear was that of
offending her heavenly Father, and on this point she often did express
much anxiety, saying, "Do tell me if I have done wrong. I do not want to
sin; I am so afraid of making God angry. Sometimes my sins look so
black, and seem to come between me and God." Then, as if she still felt
secure in the only hiding-place for sinners, she added, "But Jesus says
he will take them all away, and wash me whiter than snow."

She delighted much in some little books suited to her age and
circumstances that were read to her; one entitled, "The Infant's
Prayer," and another, "The White Robes," were her greatest favorites. In
allusion to the last of these, she often prayed, "O Lord Jesus, hear a
poor little girl, do give me that beautiful white dress, without one
spot or one stain;" and once when her mother noticed a little hurt on
her arm occasioned by her putting on a change of dress, she sweetly
said, "Never mind that, dear mother; my next dress will not hurt me."

It was very pleasant to see the affection manifested by her brothers
towards their little sick sister, and she repaid their kindness by
anxiously entreating them to care for their souls. To her father she
said, "I want you to promise me one thing--to meet me in heaven. O
father! do love Jesus. I love him, indeed I do; but I want you to love
him too. There is only one Jesus, one Saviour; and, father, he is so
holy." Then turning to her mother, who was standing by her bed, she
added, "You do love Jesus, but, O mother, pray do love him more, and
more, and more;" she spoke w