Never was there a more touching, more loving, more solemn epistle
written from a daughter to a mother than that which Agnes Arnold,
while dying, dictated to Sister Mary to be forwarded to her mother
after her death. Sister Mary, in concluding her own letter, in which
that of Agnes was enclosed, writes:

"I assure you again, Mrs. Arnold not merely myself, but no one else
here who has come in contact with your noble and self-sacrificing
daughter, will ever forget her, but will ever hold her memory most
dear. No words would suffice to accurately describe the love and
almost veneration with which we esteemed your sweet, departed
daughter. She was so heroic, yet so quiet and modest; she was so
prompt and decisive, yet so winning and amiable; she was so devoted to
religion, yet never melancholy or austere. Ah, no! she was like God's
own bright blue sky and genial sunbeam. Her very presence in the
chamber of the sick appeared to have an instant and magnetic effect
for the better. She was God's own dear child and handmaiden, and He
has taken her home to himself. I only hope that when I come to die, my
death may be so completely beatific as your daughter's was.

"Just before she passed into immortality she asked me to let her kiss
me. 'Now,' said she, 'if you ever see my dear mother, give her that
kiss, and tell her she was the last one I thought of when I was
dying.' And believe me, Mrs. Arnold, I shall endeavor to fulfil your
daughter's tender request should it be the good will of God for me to
escape from the pestilence which is raging around us. Mr. Harkness's
gold watch I have placed with the Express Company, which will carry it
to you for your disposal.