was very painful, and her cough often distressing; but the Lord still supported and sustained, and often cheered her, with His own word, or by the conversation of a friend, or by one of the hymns of which she was so fond. Coming home one day, I met two or three of the scholars who had been in her class in the Sunday-school, carrying some pretty bunches of flowers to put in her sick room, near her bed; she so liked them in her sight, and they were carefully preserved for a long time. E. A. told me she hoped the Lord was teaching those young girls also. May the Lord give them to know the blessedness of following her who, through faith and patience, now inherits the promises. Her teacher often kindly visited her, and she was always glad to welcome her; and, indeed, any other whose desire was to speak of the one theme so important to E. A. and through mercy so dear to her soul. And from the commencement of her illness, she had no desire for the world or worldly society, and would say, "Mother, if any of them come, don't ask them in, for I don't want to see them." She was very fond of another hymn: "I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love the Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled; I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam. The Shepherd sought His sheep, the Father sought His child, He followed me o'er vale and hill, o'er desert waste and wild. Jesus my Shepherd is, 'twas He who loved my soul, 'Twas He who washed me in His blood, 'twas He who made me whole. No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled, I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I love the peaceful fold. No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam, home." When asked by a friend, at prayed much, she said, "Yes, I She used to say, love, I love His one time, if she pray for you all." "Not more than others I deserve, Once, too, upon the occasion of our monthly prayer-meeting, she requested that she might be remembered in prayer, and she asked for the passage of Scripture, "They shall walk with me in white, for they are worthy" (Rev. iii. 4). E. A's. mother writes to me to mention how deeply Eliza felt herself indebted to God for sending His servants to visit her during her affliction. She praised God, too, for giving the Sunday-school teachers the word that they might teach the children, and she was truly thankful that she had been a scholar at the Sunday-school, in her early years, although the seed lay unper ceived so long. But on her bed of sickness God gave her a new heart and a new love towards all His people, that she once had not. She now called them God's friends. She felt very grateful to all the little girls in her class for being so kind and attentive to her in her illness, and she prayed God to bless them as He had blessed her, and she hoped to meet them in heaven; and she asked God to bless all in connexion with His word. One Sunday evening, a friend called to see her after service, and said to her, "Eliza, we have just sung the hymn, 'I'm but a stranger here.' After a pause, she said, "Mother, that is the very hymn I wanted you to find." It was soon found, and the leaf turned down; and her mind seemed to dwell much upon this hymn during her remaining days. I subjoin it, as it may not be known to all your readers. "I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heaven is my home; Dangers and sorrows stand Heaven is my home. What though the tempests rage! Short is my pilgrimage, Heaven is my home; And Time's wild wintry blast I shall reach home at last; There at my Saviour's side, I shall be glorified, Heaven is my home; There with the good and blest, I shall for ever rest; Heaven is my home. Therefore I murmur not, Heaven is my home; Whate'er my earthly lot, Heaven is my home; For I shall surely stand There at my Lord's right hand: Heaven is my fatherland; Heaven is my home." SO When calling upon E. A. one day, her mother told me the day previously she had been so wishing to see me, adding, she could say much to me. The Lord seemed so to have been favouring her with His smile and presence, and with communion with Himself. But upon the occasion of my visit the poor child was so ill, she could say but little. But the few remarks she made were always of the right kind, and evidenced Divine teaching. Perhaps it was upon this occasion she said to her teacher, when calling one evening, "I do wish you had come this afternoon, I wanted to tell you so much." Complaining her memory was so bad, she said, "I shall not be lost; the Lord Jesus will come and take me to be with Him." Being in want of sleep, and her cough bad, she prayed to God to give her a good night's rest. Her prayer was answered, for which she expressed thanks to Him. One or two days before she died, one of her young friends asked her if she was afraid to die? She said, "No; I am only waiting for the Lord to come for me.' "Her aunt called and took a last farewell. Her teacher subsequently saw her, and they had a few comforting words together, and the superintendent also upon another occasion, which proved to be his last visit. She spoke of the home above, adding, "Eliza, you will soon be with the Lord-for ever with the Lord.” "Yes," she said, "yes." As she was so ill, Mr. Babout to leave without prayer; she looked up so cheerfully, and said, "A prayer, Mr. B, if you please." Shortly afterwards, Eliza said, "Mother, I am going to die." The mother said, "I hope 66 was *It would have been more correct to say, "I am waiting to depart and be with Christ."Death is not the coming of Christ, but is the going to Christ.-Ed. you are going to dwell with Christ," and asked if she felt happy? E. A. replied, "Yes, yes;" and these were, I believe, her last words. She suffered much during her illness, but not at the close of her earthly career. All without was as all appeared within-perfect peace. The day before, she had been repeating aloud with some degree of power,— "When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies; I bid farewell to every fear, And not a wave of trouble roll And now, the Jordan was crossed; all the sorrows left below, and earth exchanged for heaven. And now, my dear Sir, as you have kindly promised to insert this account in your publication, I cannot forbear asking your many little readers if they are led to value those blessed truths which so cheered and comforted E. A. through her suffering and affliction. Who knows which shall be summoned away next? The fatal worm may be already gnawing at the root of some tender plant; yea, some robust boy or girl may be nearer this summons than either expects. All have not even a protracted time of seeking, before they are called to die; and we know, from God's holy word, as the tree falls it must lie; and to meet God as a Judge in that day, without being clothed in the righteousness of Christ by faith, one will be speechless while the sentence goes forth," Bind him hand and foot, and take him away and cast him into outer darkness; there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth." May the Lord grant that |