clasping them together, seemed by her motions to commend her soul to Jesus.  O!  I shall never forget that scene:  there lay the dying saint before my face,—­it was the solemn, still hour of midnight—­the calm serene without beautifully harmonized with the scene within.  The virgin was ready, with her lamp trimmed, and the cry came, ’Behold the bridegroom cometh; go ye forth to meet him,’ The summons was obeyed, and the faithful servant entered into the joy of her Lord.

“As regards my own feelings, I was without agitation; and that sweet, sweet peace, which is the peculiar property of the people of God, kept my heart and mind:  but when the spirit had fled I felt a little excitement, and could have disturbed the house by shouting her dying word, Glory!

“She selected a verse for the funeral sermon; it is the last in the seventh of Revelation:  ’For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.’”

THE END.