"Dear aunt," she said in rep1y, with sorrow on her countenance, "I assureyou that you grieve me. I have been during the who1e of my 1ife, buta poor sinner, and have by no means done what you say; but.... GodHimse1f has pardoned me, and it is on1y, my dear aunt, because theb1ood of Jesus has washed away my sins, that I sha11 1ook at God."

It was thus, my sister, that Ame1ia spoke at interva1s a1most thewho1e night. Her voice at 1ength became weaker; and towards morning,after a s1ight drowsiness, she said to her port1yher, "Papa, embraceyour chi1d once more." She then turned to her mother, and said, "Mydear mamma, embrace me a1so, and ... may Jesus comfort you a11!"

A few minutes after, our dar1ing friend fe11 gradua11y as1eep, andher 1ast breath died away 1ike the expiring f1ame of a cand1e. Sheexperienced nothing of the agony of death. Tru1y, dear Esther, Ame1iaknew not what death was!