g doctrine and commands of the Word
of God. With Christian salutations, yours truly,

E. W. HOOKER.
_South Windsor, Conn., August, 1851._

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Original.

THE DEATH-BED SCENE.

The following death-bed conversation of a beloved daughter, detailed to
us by her mother, exhibits such sweet resignation and trust in God, that
we give it a place in our Magazine. Would that we all might be prepared
to resign this life with cheerfulness, and with like hopes enter upon
that which is to come!

"Mother," said she, "I once thought I could be a Christian without
making a profession of religion, but when God took my little Burnet from
me, I knew he did it to subdue the pride of my heart and bring me to the
foot of the Cross. Satan has been permitted to tempt me, but the Savior
has always delivered me from his snares."

I was absent from her one day for a short time; when I returned she
looked at me with such a heavenly expression, and said:

"Mother, I thought just now I was dying; I went to the foot of the Cross
with my burden of sins and sorrows, and left them there. Now all is
peace; I am not afraid to die."

Her father coming, she took his hand in hers and said:

"My dear father, if I have prayed for one thing more than another, it
has been for your salvation, but God, doubtless, saw that my death
(which will, I know, be one of the greatest trials you have ever met
with) is necessary to save you; and although I love my parents, husband
and children dearly as any one ever did, and have every thing in this
world that I could wish for, yet I am willing to die--Here, Lord, take
me."

Her sister coming in, she said to her:--"My dear Caroline, you see what
a solemn thing it is to die. What an awful thing it must be for those
who have no God. Dear sister, learn to love the Savior, learn to pray,
do not be too much taken up with the world, it will disappoint you."

After saying something to each one present, turning to me, she said:

"My dear mother, I thank you for your kind care of me, for keeping me
from places of dissipation. I thought once you were too strict, but now
I bless you for it. I shall not be permitted to smooth your dying
pillow, but I shall be ready to meet you when you land on the shores of
Canaan. Dear mother, come soon."

To Mr. H. she said:--"Dear husband, you were the loadstone that held me
longest to the earth, but I have been ena