pray to him to make me patient."

Satan for a short season seemed permitted to make trial of her faith and
love, and she struggled hard against his attacks. But the dear little
one was safe in the arms of her Good Shepherd, and none could pluck her
out of his hand. Her anxious prayers were heard and answered, and peace
was restored to her soul. Her brightened countenance required not the
addition of words to assure her friends of this, and yet they rejoiced
to hear her say, "I am quite happy; I know Jesus loves me, and I shall
soon see him."

On the Sabbath, her last day on earth, she was very feeble, only able to
utter a single word at a time, but her heart was full of thankfulness
towards all who had cared for her, and especially to those who had
sought to comfort her in her last distress, begging her mother would
"always love them."

At night, as her parents were watching beside her, she suddenly raised
herself, and, throwing her arms alternately round the neck of each,
seemed to take a last farewell. She was unable to speak, but to her
mother's inquiry, "Tell me once again, my child, are you quite happy?"
she replied by lifting up her hand, and pointing to heaven, while the
brightest smile lighted up her countenance. This was her last act of
consciousness. She lingered a few hours without any apparent suffering,
and then her happy spirit took its flight, and joined the blissful
company, that, having washed their robes and made them white in the
blood of the Lamb, are ever before the throne of God, rejoicing in their
Saviour's love.

Sarah died at the age of eleven years, in August, 1848.