ith such energy, as if to impress her
parents with her own feeling, as almost startled them.

In this state of mind Sarah drew near the end of her pilgrimage, and it
was not until about three days before her death that even the shadow of
a cloud seemed to darken her path. Then, for the first time, her mind
was agitated with doubts as to her Saviour's love for her, and very
distressing to those around her were her anxious cries for pardon.
"Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake," was her constant
petition. She was visited by a minister and by several Christian
friends, who used every effort to give her relief, but for some time all
in vain; she seemed unable to lay hold on any promise for her comfort.
One of these friends especially felt a deep interest in the dear child,
though she had not known her until now. Of her little Sarah asked most
earnestly, "Do you think that Jesus loves me?" She was assured that he
did. "Do you know he loves me?" she asked; and then followed the solemn
inquiry, "How do you know it?" After reading and talking with her for
some time, she begged her friend would "pray with her to make her a
little happy?" and afterwards in her own words, she would again plead
with God, "Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake, and wash me in
his blood, and make me a good girl, and take me to heaven." On one
occasion she said, "I wish I could be a little happy,--I want something,
I do not know what I want." She was answered, "I think I can tell you
what you want, it is peace, it is to feel that God has pardoned all your
sins." "Yes," she replied, "I think that is it."

At another time, when talking of the joys of heaven, "Yes," she said,
"they are singing, Glory, glory, glory," referring to her favorite hymn,
beginning,

"Around the throne of God in heaven,
Thousands of children stand."

But, as her friend says, it is not possible to convey her manner, her
sweet tone and look. She said, "I wish I could go to heaven now, up
through this ceiling, now while I feel a little happy." "But, my dear
child, you cannot go to heaven in this way. You must die first; Jesus
died; we must all die; it is God's appointed way for us to get to
heaven." "Oh! I do not mind my sufferings, but I wish I was there now."

Once she spoke rather impatiently, "I wish I could die, I wish I could
die." She was reminded, "Jesus says, 'If you love me, keep my
commandments;' and though you cannot obey God's will now in the