ars, yet
the candle of the Lord shone upon her head; and from step to step she
had reason to cry, Hitherto hath Jehovah helped.

"In a word, like Enoch, she walked with God; like Abraham, she
staggered not at his promise through unbelief; like Jacob, she
wrestled with the angel and prevailed; like Moses, endured as seeing
Him who is invisible; like Paul, finished her course with joy. Blessed
were the eyes of the preacher, for they saw the victory of her faith;
and his ears, for they heard her song of salvation. 'You can say with
the apostle, I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is
able to keep that which I have committed unto him?' 'O yes, but I
cannot say the other, I have fought a good fight; I must say, I have
fought a poor fight, I have run a poor race; but Christ fought for me.
Christ ran with me, and through Christ I hope to win,' 'But you have
no fear, no doubts, about your going to be with Christ?' 'O no, not a
doubt; I am as sure of that as if I were already in my Saviour's
arms.' It was her final conversation with children of the dust. The
next day, when her flesh and her heart had so far failed that she was
incapable of uttering a sentence, she still proved her God to be the
strength of her heart, and knew him to be her portion for ever. I said
to her, 'It is peace,' She opened her eyes, smiled, closed them again,
bowed her dying head, and breathed out, 'Peace,' It was her last word
on this side heaven. The attending spirits caught it from her lips,
and brought to her the next day permission to sleep in Jesus.

"From this review allow me to urge the value of private exertions
in promoting general good.

"In pursuing his gratifications, man is apt to look upon himself
as a being of great importance; in fulfilling his duties, to account
himself as nothing. Both are extravagances which it will be his wisdom
and happiness to correct. He is neither supreme in worth nor useless
in action. Let him not say, 'I am but one; my voice will be drowned in
the universal din; my weight is lighter than a feather in the public
scale. It is better for me to mind my own affairs, and leave these
higher attempts to more competent hands.' This is the language, not of
reason and modesty, but of sloth, of selfishness, and of pride. The
amount of it is, 'I cannot do every thing, therefore I will do
nothing,' But you can do much. Act well your part according to your
faculties, your station, and your m