has her hands full; and when now I think of the care and the worry that
it was to take care of my sick body, I can not help telling some one of
it, that they may feel as grateful as I feel, for God did give them love
for me, and if there is one that should feel grateful it is this
feeble-bodied slave girl, for I was such a slave to sickness, and God
was so good to raise me, even me, and I will say, praise His name.

I was telling you of my white mother being so true to the attendance in
the services of God, and I only wish that you would have known her as I
did, for she was more like one of the heavenly host than she was like
us, who are such sinful creatures. Now, it seems like sometimes that we
have not much love for the One who had so much love for us that He gave
all the dear One that He had to bring us to Himself, that we should
taste of those joys which He has for those who have washed their robes
and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb.

The Lord helped me to find love and favor with all after my white mother
was gone from this earth, when I felt that I would soon follow the
darling one to the blessed mansion; and I would look to see her come to
me, and I went as soon as I was well to the house and lay on the steps,
and it was not until we had left the dear old place before I could be
kept from there; and I wish that the whole world could have seen how
much she was like an angel, and I would to God she could see me to-day;
it would do you good. Lord, lead me on day by day, and help my feeble
life to be formed like her's, for when I think how she used to watch by
my bed at nights, while the angels watched by my bed from on high to see
that I should rise; and is not God the One that I should serve? And I
love to serve Him and honor Him, for He is my all in all; for she has
shown me how great her love was for me and all of humanity, and I love
to think of her love and to know how wonderful it would be to see her