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of the completeness of Christ, her calm confidence in the prospect of death, and her communion with the invisible world, were altogether wonderful in her tender age.
It was most delightful to know that this was not excitement, but that for several weeks there was the same evidence of the inner life, the same repose in Jesus' love, and entire freedom from the fear of death. For the last three weeks every day was entered upon as the last, and often did the weary young pilgrim hope that ere the day ended she might arrive at her Father's house, and her expected home. It was a real pleasure to hear her feeble voice give utterance from day to day of the confidence she enjoyed in the Gospel of Christ. About the commencement of this period she distributed her little treasures among her friends and only sister, when she specially requested to see her minister, whose visits were always welcome to her, and for whom she had made a reserve. On his arriving, she presented him with a very beautiful book-mark, the last which she had made while sitting in bed; and now the thin wasted fingers which wrought it held it out for the pastor's acceptance: and as one conscious of the nature of the work of the ministers of Christ, she had selected for the motto, "Crown Him Lord of all." The first word was represented by a crown, the remainder being in letters.
But this was not all she had intended to entrust to his care: having learnt to love the Lord, she had been considering what she could do in token of that love; and having suggested her thoughts to her mother, who was only too pleased to see her wishes carried out, she requested that the contents of her money-box, whatever that might be, should be given to the minister, to be disposed
of in any way he might think proper, connected with the service of God.
The little treasure was therefore brought, and as she wished, for she was too weak to do it herself, it was committed to the hands for whom she had intended it; and never did he feel an earthly charge more sacred than the contents of that box! indeed, it seemed too sacred ever to be sunk, and therefore it was appropriated to the building fund, that, as long as that chapel stands, Jane Wymark's little treasure might be represented
This touching passage in the dying hours of that young child of God will long live in the memories of those who witnessed it. The scene was worthy of an artist's pencil, or a poet's pen. There sat the dear girl in an easy chair (for she was unable to lie down), with her face and hands almost as white as the night-dress she wore. There was the expressive book-mark which had just changed hands. And as a proof that she wished to give Jesus her choicest earthly possessions, the mother was emptying the silver and pence into the weeping pastor's lap, to be used for the Lord, whilst a Christian nurse looked with intense interest on what was passing before her. Oh, that the elder children of the saved family did but as freely give their substance to the Redeemer's cause, as did this babe in Christ!
Nearly the whole of the last twenty days the dear child sat as described above, her pain of heart not allowing her to lie; and often her sufferings were very great, but as often when asked concerning her pains, she would reply, They are nothing compared with what my Saviour suffered for me:" and though she wished to depart, it was not simply, as is too often the
case, a desire to get away from pain, but rather that she might enjoy the presence of her Lord.
In proof of this, on one occasion she said, "Oh, I do so wish that Jesus would take me home; I long to be gone, for I feel that HE LOVES ME." On being asked if she feared death, she calmly answered, "No; for though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil : for THOU art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me." On another occasion, when the minister asked her what she wished him to pray for, she meekly said, " Pray that Jesus will give me patience to the end."
One day, when in much agony, her beloved mother encouraged her to look to Jesus for strength to bear her suffering: her legs were very much swollen, and the nurse was rubbing them; and presently she said, “I have prayed to Jesus, and I think He has answered my prayer." She was now easier, and gave the Lord the praise.
One evening, when all was quiet, she broke the silence by saying, "I do so wish to be in heaven." On being reminded that she must wait the Lord's time, she assented, and then spent some minutes in quietness, when again she whispered, "Mother, I have seen the angels coming up and down, and it was so light-OH, IT WAS SO LIGHT!"* Again she desired her mother would pray for patience for her, and more than once during that night she exclaimed, "Oh, mother, I am so happy!"
She was particularly fond of the hymn—
Compared with Christ in all beside,
*This character of thing we never feel we can build any weight upon. The only firm standing for our faith is laid in the word"What Christ has said must be fulfill'd, On this firm Rock believers build."-ED.
The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
The sense of Thy expiring love
Thyself bestow, great All in all,
And as it was being repeated, she responded to the second verse, Yes, Christ is all in all." Her constant submission to the Lord's will was very evident.
In her secret communings she was often heard, during the last week, breathing out some short petition, such as, "Pray, dear Jesus, take me; if it be Thy will." And after having expressed a longing to depart, she asked if her friends thought it wrong in her so to desire to be gone, adding, "I hope the dear Lord is not angry with me, for I always wish it, if it is His dear will."
She was very desirous also of telling those around what she felt, and of comforting them with the thoughts she enjoyed. On one occasion she said, "I wish my breath were not so bad, then I could tell you what I am thinking about." And at another time, anticipating the probability of being unable to converse to the last, she said, “If I am not able to say good bye' to my dear friends, tell them I am not lost, but gone before;" and thinking of her weeping mother's sorrow, she requested the nurse to tell mother not to weep for me, for I shall be dressed in white when she is dressed in black."
For the last three days she was able to talk but very little, yet she enjoyed the conversation of others about "Jesus and heaven;" and on being told that she would soon be with her Lord and Saviour, she quietly sang, "Oh, how happy!" and though still in much pain, she never uttered a
word of complaint, but, keeping her home in view, she longed to be released, and desired her friends to pray that that happy hour might soon come.
Saturday, June 30. She could take nothing, and her breathing was most distressing; on her nurse remarking on this, she replied, "Yes, darling, my heart beats so quickly that I can scarcely breathe."
A few minutes after this she said, "I do not think I shall be here long now;" and she then requested once more to hear the voice of prayer, when her mother, for the last time, audibly commended her to the gracious care of her divine Father. After having lain still for some time, she gently whispered, "I feel so happy." On her being told that she was dying, she was evidently pleased; which led her nurse to say, "I am not afraid to tell you that this is the case. "Oh, no," she responded; "I am pleased at the thought of soon being with my Saviour." Then, again, she lay quietly for awhile.
Just before midnight her anxious and affectionate father entered her room, to take his final leave of this, his darling child; but the only acknowledgment she could give, in return for his last kiss upon the once so rosy, but now marble cheeks, was a slight opening and closing again of those eyes which so shortly were to be sealed in death.
After this she again whispered that she was happy. Midnight having passed, she requested that her head might be raised, which being done, it seemed that all things around, but especially her peaceful spirit, were in quiet waiting for the solemn moment of separation; nor did any of her attendants expect again to hear her dying voice, then, lo! to the astonishment of all her weeping