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everything appeared so different," and was completely astonished at the wonderful change which had taken place in her feelings and views-seeming to be in full expectation that she was about to go home immediately. This was followed by great bodily suffering during the night, which occasioned her a feeling of great exhaustion the next day, and forced from her a complaint of much deadness of soul; she could not think why she felt so stupid-was not as she wished to be-wondered how it could be, after such a wonderful display of the Lord's great goodness; all which made her fear that she was deceived, and that her feelings did not spring from a right source. Thus the conflict between nature and grace became more visible.

On Saturday, the 22nd of April, her father had occasion to visit a place where several of her friends resided, and asked, "Well, Elizabeth, what shall I say to inquiring friends? for they will ask me all about you." She replied, with a sweet smile, “Tell them the Lord has done great things for me.' The next day, being the Lord's-day, she seemed much exhausted, and hardly able to observe anything or pay attention to what was passing-although her mother tried to direct her mind to the great truths of the everlasting gospel, by reading, &c.-when suddenly her attention was aroused on hearing the following lines, by Montgomery, on Romans viii. 37: "Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.”

"Oh, ye that shudder at the awful strife,

This wrestling agony of death and life,
Think not that He on whom my soul is cast
Will leave me thus forsaken to the last!
Nature's infirmity alone you see,

My chains are breaking, I shall soon be free ;

Thongh firm in God the spirit holds its trust,
The flesh is frail, and trembles into dust.
Thou of my faith the Author and the End,
Mine early, late, and everlasting Friend!
The joy that once thy presence gave restore,
Ere I am summon'd hence and seen no more;
Down to the dust returns this earthly frame,
Receive my spirit, Lord, from whence it came,
Rebuke the tempter, show thy power to save;
Oh, let thy glory light me to the grave,

That those who witness my departing breath,
May learn to triumph in the grasp of death."

In conversation with her beloved parent, she regretted she had not read the Bible more while in health, as its sacred truths were now so precious to her soul. One day, feeling herself somewhat better, she sat up and read a memoir of a young person like herself, whom the Lord took home when about nineteen years of age; she was much affected with it, particularly the part which described her backsliding into the world, after the Lord had called her by his grace; and seemed to dread the thought of being raised up again, fearing she might dishonour the Lord, after all He had done for her, in the same way that young person did. Now she felt her own weakness; she had no desire to live, but expressed a hope the Lord would take her unto Himself sooner than allow her to dishonour Him.

On one occasion she said, "There are some choice things about to-day: the grace of God is a choice gift, and I have got it; and the Bible is another choice thing."

On Saturday, the 29th of April, a dear friend and servant of God from the country came purposely to see her one she had often heard preach the gospel of God, while resident in his neighbourhood. Early

in the morning she said, "I am afraid I shall not be able to say much, I feel so ill;" but the Lord was pleased, in mercy, to give her a little refreshing sleep, so that by the time he arrived she was much revived, and was able to converse with him. He told her he always had felt an interest in her ; had often wrestled with the Lord for her; had spoken to her from the pulpit several times; and had it impressed upon his mind that he should hear something good of her. After putting several questions, to which satisfactory answers were returned, he particularly inquired whether she could leave all for the love of the Lord Jesus Christ? Looking at him with a countenance beaming with sacred delight, she replied, with great emphasis, "I can." The Lord was pleased to bless this last interview; her soul was abundantly refreshed; it was a time of prayer, indeed, its power being felt by her, as her friend endeavoured to approach the mercy seat, in the name of Him who is the exalted High Priest of our profession-a season she never forgot, and to which she often referred during the short time remaining of her pilgrimage, saying, "It was like a little heaven;" and, addressing some who came into the room afterwards, added, “I wish you had been here."

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On another occasion, as her mother was reading to her from 2 Corinthians v., the 17th verse arrested her attention: "Therefore if any man be in Christ Jesus, he is a new creature." Surely," said she, "I must be a new creature." Then addressing a friend, who was labouring under the great darkness of soul, she remarked, "I know the Lord will bless you, and that you will meet me in heaven; I feel constrained to tell you so, and you must believe. Who knows but that my death may be made a lasting blessing to you?"

The usual conflict with doubts and fears greatly oppressed her on some occasions, when she hoped she was not deceived; did not want to be deceived; dreaded the thought of such a thing; and often asked, “Do you think I am deceived?" Yet, often as she was thus oppressed, the Lord was pleased, in mercy, to revive her hope and relieve her soul.

A day or two before her departure, in the course of conversation, she complained much of this fear of being deceived; and requested that prayer might be offered for her, that the enemy might not be permitted to assail her. Shortly afterwards the medical attendant arrived, having been sent for, that he might prescribe for the relief of the pain from which she was then suffering. She exclaimed, "Do not send me anything which may prolong my life!"* After another conflict with her fears, the Lord broke in upon her soul, when she clasped her hands and said, with great earnestness, and smiling with delight,

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"Yes, He is precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.'

Oh," she continued, "I long to be gone.

I want

to go home-home, sweet home!'" then repeating

the following verse :

"And am I blest with Jesus' love,

And shall I dwell with him above?
And will the joyful period come,

When I shall call the heavens my home?'' When again asked, "Can you leave us?" she answered, "Yes, I can." Observing the friends around her weeping, she added, "The Lord will not allow me to shed tears. I can say the Lord is my

* This fear was groundless, for "Is there not an appointed time for man upon earth."

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Shepherd, I shall not want; what can I want beside? What should I do now, had I not a good hope, when heart and flesh are failing? but the Lord is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever."

The night before her death she again called her brothers and sisters; after kissing each, and adding a suitable admonition, expressive of the deep interest she felt in their eternal warfare, she took a very affectionate farewell. This was a most interesting scene; and one which it is hoped, by the Lord's goodness, will never be forgotten by those present. Subsequently, she had a very restless night, and suffered greatly at intervals; between six and seven o'clock in the morning, she said, "I want to go bome." These were the last words articulated distinctly; she then, after a little more suffering, gradually sank, until twenty minutes past eleven in the forenoon, when she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, without one convulsive emotion of that body in which she had endured so much pain.

"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord." REV. xiv. 13.

Thus marvellously was the sovereign power of Jehovah, as the covenant God of Israel, displayed in this vessel of mercy; not only in her preservation from the gross evils of the world, at a time when the evil heart was beating high with ardent expectation for the sinful gratifications and fancied pleasures of an ungodly world, but in preparing her for higher delights and more sacred pleasures than those which it calls good or great. The mercy of the Lord was equally conspicuous during the last stages of her illness, in the patience which possessed her soul, although suffering severe bodily pain; she would remark "I am not unhappy; the Lord does not lay