hadow, and
continueth not."--"All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the
flower of the grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth
away."

In the midst of such diversity of Christian characters there is much to
love and admire. I have selected the case of little Jane, as one not
undeserving of notice.

It is true, she was only a child--a very poor child--but a child saved by
divine grace, enlightened with the purest knowledge, and adorned with
unaffected holiness; she was a child, humble, meek, and lowly. She
"found grace in the eyes of the Lord" while she was on earth; and, I
doubt not, will be seen on his right hand at the last day. As such,
there is preciousness in the character, which will account for my
attempting once more to write concerning her, and describe her last
moments before she went to her final rest.

At a very early hour on the morning of the following day, I was awoke by
the arrival of a messenger, bringing an earnest request that I would
immediately go to the child, as her end appeared to be just approaching.

It was not yet day when I left my house to obey the summons. The morning
star shone conspicuously clear. The moon cast a mild light over the
prospect, but gradually diminished in brightness as the eastern sky
became enlightened. The birds were beginning their songs, and seemed
ready to welcome the sun's approach. The dew plentifully covered the
fields, and hung suspended in drops from the trees and hedges. A few
early labourers appeared in the lanes, travelling towards the scene of
their daily occupations.

All besides was still and calm. My mind, as I proceeded, was deeply
exercised by thoughts concerning the affecting event which I expected
soon to witness.

The rays of the morning star were not so beautiful in my sight, as the
spiritual lustre of this young Christian's character. "Her night was far
spent;" the morning of a "better day was at hand." The sun of eternal
blessedness was ready to break upon her soul with rising glory. Like the
moon, which I saw above me, this child's exemplary deportment had gently
cast a useful light over the neighbourhood where she dwelt. Like this
moon she had for a season been permitted to shine amidst the surrounding
darkness; and her rays were also reflected from a luminary, in whose
native splendour her own would quickly be blended and lost.

The air was cool, but the breezes of the morning were refreshing,