aware of it, and said to her father, very deliberately, and evidently with careful choice of her words, so as to express herself as concisely as possible, on account of her weakness, "Unless I get up very soon, you will have me but a few hours."

"Are you conscious of being worse?" asked her father.

"I am conscious of nothing but this great sinking," was her reply.

"Well, my dear, if so, we must try to say, 'God's will be done.""

"Try you to say it, dear father; you are the greatest thing I would live for. Be happy for me, for I think it is well with me."

Some indistinct utterances fell from her lips, among which could be distinguished the words, "happy"—" resigned”—“give up.” Her father asked, "Are you quite conscious now-you know how and whose you are?" She said, "Yes." Then, after some minutes' silence, she said, "Sweet-to lie and wait

for the glory to be revealed." And presently added, "The redemption of our body."

The words "Jesus can make a dying bed," &c., were quoted.

She said, "O,

sweet! more than you can think of." "So God comforts his people," answered her father.

"Yes, by a way that they know not," was her reply.

In the evening her physician came to see her, as it proved, for the last time. "Doctor," said Mrs. Williamson, "I wish to speak to you. We have been thrown among strangers, in circumstances of great distressand we have found friends who have been

very kind to us. And it is proper that we should do them some good, if we can. You know, Doctor-theoretically at least, what it is to believe in Christ-that he is Godthat he loved us and gave himself for us. Now I ask you to attend to this subject, it is important for your own sake, and for your

child's sake; it is important that you should attend to it-and Pa, won't you get that book"-(alluding to "The Princeton Pulpit, "the book containing Dr. Hodge's sermon,)" and give it to the Doctor? Doctor, you have heard of dying grace? Well, I have it now-I have been a member of the Church from the time I was very young, but I was always afraid to die. But now I have found out that great mystery, and God has taken away that fear."

This conversation with the Doctor, which was much fuller and more extended than it appears here, was her last effort; she spoke very little after that, her increasing weakness rendering it more and more difficult. Nor was she called much longer "to lie and wait for the glory that was to be revealed." One night more of weakness and suffering, and then-ah! truly, she had "another morn than ours ;"" there were paleness, and weeping, and sighs below," but our dear Ammy was where God wipes away all tears.

VII.

Extracts

FROM A LETTER BY KEV. JOSIAH LEONARD, of bristol, n. Y.

MR. and Mrs. Williamson and their little boy were found by me shortly after the disaster, occupying one room, in which were two beds; Mr. W. on one, and Mrs. W. and her boy on the other. I asked Mr. W. if he had a hope in Christ? He replied, "Yes," I am not afraid to die-I am prepared." I passed to the bedside of Mrs. W. and made a similar inquiry of her, to which she likewise replied in the affirmative. She then told me who Mr. W. was, that she was his wife, and that was his son. She sat upon the middle of the bed, quietly swaying her body backward and forward, evidently in great agony, but perfectly composed. It was more difficult to understand what Mr. W. said, as he seemed to speak with great

effort. Some little time after, and I think after little Norman ceased to breathe, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson came. Mrs. J., the sister, was much affected. Mrs. W. sought to soothe and compose her, pointing her to the agency of God in this thing. Allusion was made to Norman: Mrs. W. said, "Yes, our Heavenly Father has taken him; he had a short but a rough passage to our Father's house.”

The next day I was sent for to see Mr. and Mrs. W. Mr. W. expressed himself still as resting his soul in the hands of his Saviour, and seemed to be in a peaceful state of mind, although racked with agonizing pain. Passing to Mrs. W., I spoke to her of the faithfulness of the Saviour, and the certainty with which his people may rely on his care. "I have no doubt," said she, "of that, but I want you to search me, and see if I am trusting in Him." I asked, Do you not love Christ? She replied, "I think I have loved Him-yes, I must say I know I have loved him." I asked, do you love