nothing to build upon, and that I want every thing; I am not prepared to
die, I want all my sins to be forgiven; I hope I shall not be taken till
the work be fully accomplished." The whole of the 51st Psalm, she said,
seemed to suit her case, and with solemnity repeated, "'Create in me a
clean heart, oh God! and renew a right spirit within me.' If I am saved,
it will indeed be at the eleventh hour, I have been such a sinner."

Thus did the Spirit of Truth search all things, and bring this beloved
friend sensibly to feel, as she weightily expressed, "that at such a
solemn hour, it will not do to build upon having led a spotless and
innocent life, something more is then wanted to lean upon." She often
observed, how well it was for those who had given up their hearts to
serve their Saviour in the time of health,--that had she done so, she
should not now, in the hour of trial, have had to feel such deep sorrow
of heart,--that she could only hope for mercy and forgiveness, adding,
"If I perish, let it be at Thy footstool."

As her bodily weakness increased, she remarked, "I often feel unable to
read, or even to think; but I can _cling_; this is about as much as I am
able to do."

Though this beloved friend took these low views of her own state, her
company was deeply instructive and edifying to those around her, and a
heavenly sweetness marked her deportment. Her heart was often filled
with gratitude to her heavenly Father for the extension of his love and
mercy, and she remarked many times, "I have indeed been mercifully dealt
with."

The dear sufferer rapidly declined; yet her mind continued bright, and
she was preserved in a patient, waiting state, fully conscious of the