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 with such energy, as if to impress her
parents with her own feeling, as almost startled them.

In this state of mind Sarah drew near the end of her pilgrimage, and it
was not until about three days before her death that even the shadow of
a cloud seemed to darken her path. Then, for the first time, her mind
was agitated with doubts as to her Saviour's love for her, and very
distressing to those around her were her anxious cries for pardon.
"Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake," was her constant
petition. She was visited by a minister and by several Christian
friends, who used every effort to give her relief, but for some time all
in vain; she seemed unable to lay hold on any promise for her comfort.
One of these friends especially felt a deep interest in the dear child,
though she had not known her until now. Of her little Sarah asked most
earnestly, "Do you think that Jesus loves me?" She was assured that he
did. "Do you know he loves me?" she asked; and then followed the solemn