She has given up all, and is now patiently waiting her dismissal.  It is a privilege to sit by the bedside of one thus fully prepared, and sanctified through the merits of Christ.  ‘Glory be to God,’ she exclaimed, ’though it has cost me many tears for my unfaithfulness, the Lord has forgiven me:  yet I believe it will lesson that eternal weight of glory I might have had.’  Being asked if she had no wish for earth, she replied, ’O no, not one:  I have but one wish, and that is, to be fully ripe for glory:’  and added, ’I should like to talk to you of the preciousness of Jesus, but I cannot.’  While we were alone, she stretched out her withered arms, and drew me to her side; then holding me fast, she said, ’Let me request of you, my dear cousin, that you will stay a little with my sisters when I am gone:  it is my dying request.’  I promised I would, if possible.  Could I do less?  She added, ’they have no one to comfort them, and, when they are low, they are very low indeed:  it will relieve my mind if you will.’  O Thou, whose I am, and whom I serve, direct my way.  I have said, place me where Thou wilt, only let Thy providence guide my steps.—­I left my William poorly, and am hoping soon to hear from home:  meanwhile, I am encouraged while bringing them to the throne of grace.  Thank God, for the privilege of casting my care upon Him!  I feel He cares for me.  Prayer by the side of my afflicted cousin has been a blessing to my soul.  Surely I am privileged:—­

  ’The chamber, where the good man meets his fate,
  Is privileged beyond the common walk
  Of virtuous life, quite on the verge of heaven.’

This morning, when asked how she was, she replied, ’This has been a precious night; the Lord has promised me, He will be with me to the end.’  Her cough was very troublesome, but she said, ’I feel no disposition to murmur, but I cannot help moaning.  The Lord is very precious.’  Part of the day she lay greatly composed, with her hands clasped.  On entering the room she accosted me with:  ’I am hard toiling to make the blest shore.  I have been much harassed by the enemy, who tells me I shall be cast away; but I rest on the blood and righteousness of Christ:  I have nothing else to trust in.’  After a severe fit of coughing she said, ’The toil of life will there be o’er:’  and again, ‘Thankful I take the cup from Thee,’ &c.  In the afternoon I visited old Martha H., whom I found in a happy, and thankful frame of mind; all her cry is, ’Bless the Lord! bless the Lord!’ So, at both ends of the village, God is fitting up His jewels.  I walked on to the churchyard, and there found as many of my old acquaintances, as are now living in the village.  I felt the solemn influence of association with the dead.—­Hearing of a poor afflicted sinner, I went to see him; he appeared to welcome my visit, but insensible to his condition.  During the night I could not sleep, but got upon my knees, and earnestly besought the Lord to give me a clear witness of His sanctifying