illness.

At a quarter past twelve o'clock, being the morning of the 27th
of July, 1814, her spirit gently winged its flight from a mansion of
clay to the realms of glory, while around the precious remnant of
earth her family and friends stood weeping, yet elevated by the scene
they were witnessing. After a silence of many minutes, they kneeled by
her bed, adored the goodness and the grace of God towards his departed
child, and implored the divine blessing on both the branches of her
family, as well as on all the Israel of God.

Thus she departed in peace, not trusting in her wisdom or virtue,
like the philosophers of Greece and Rome; not even like Addison,
calling on the profligate to see a good man die; but like Howard,
afraid that her good works might have a wrong place in the estimate of
her hope, her chief glory was that of "a sinner saved by grace."*

*This was Howard's epitaph, dictated by himself.

After such examples, who will dare to charge the doctrines of the
cross of Christ with licentiousness? Here are two instances of
persons, to whose good works the world have cheerfully borne
testimony, who lived and died in the profession of these doctrines. It
was faith that first purified their hearts, and so the stream of
action from these fountains became pure also. Had not Christ died and
risen again, all the powers of man could never have produced such
lives of benevolence, nor a death so full of contrition, yet so
embalmed with hope. Hallelujah, "unto Him who loved us, and washed us
from our sins in his own blood, and hath made us kings and priests
unto God and his Father: to him be glory and dominion, for ever and
ever. Amen."

At the next weekly prayer-meeting which she had usually attended,
the circumstances of her death were made subjects of improvement. On
the 16th of July she was a worshipper with her brethren and sisters
there, and on the evening of the 30th they were called to consider her
by faith as in the immediate presence of her God, among "the spirits
of the just made perfect." The services of that evening were closed
with the following hymn from Dobell's collection, which is beautifully
descriptive of her happy change:

"'Tis finished! the conflict is past,
The heaven-born spirit is fled;
Her wish is accomplished at last,
And now she's entombed with the dead.

The months of affliction are o'er,