At length the following incident awakened Mrs. W---- to a consideration of the things of eternity. There was a female slave on the plantation advanced in years, who was very ill. Mrs. W---- had an amiable and tender heart, and never failed to do all in her power to render the situation of their slaves comfortable. She visited them in sickness and did every thing to minister to their wants and to alleviate their sufferings. Hearing of the illness of old Peggy she hastened to the cabin to see what she could do to relieve her. As she stood on the threshold of the door, just ready to enter, she heard the voice of this old negro woman lifted up in prayer. She immediately stopped, feeling that it would be wrong to interrupt any human creature while communing with God. The words which this old female slave uttered were very simple, but full of pious sentiment. As Mrs. W---- listened she heard her say, "Oh Lord God, me am a poor sinner, but massa Christ died for sinners, therefore, good Lord, do have mercy upon me, poor dying cretur, for Jesus' sake. My sins many, oh do blot them all out--make me, poor slave, holy--make me fit to enter heaven--and oh bring massa and missa and the little babies there. Save us all for Jesus' sake." As Mrs. W---- listened to these simple words, her heart was touched--the tear fell upon her cheek. She entered the cabin, and found old Peggy stretched on a couch, and evidently struck with death. In haste and with agitation she asked what she could do for her. The old servant replied, "Nothing, nothing--I am now going home." As Mrs. W---- appeared distressed and anxious to do something for her, Peggy said, "Dear missa, don't be troubled about me--you have always been good to we poor blacks. The Lord bless you. You can do no more for me, I shall be gone soon." But, said Mrs. W----, "Are you not afraid to die?" Upon this inquiry, the did woman raised herself up, and clasping her hands, looked towards heaven and said in the most plaintive, touching tone, "Oh Jesus, should me be afraid to come to thee?" And then her eye sparkling with joy, as she turned to Mrs. W----, she said, "Me love Jesus--me give him my heart; Jesus knows me, and therefore me no fear to go through the dark valley to him: for he says in the good book, '_I know my sheep and they follow me, and I give unto them eternal life, and they shall never perish, neither shall any pluck them out of my hand._'" The old woman was exhausted by this effort and fell back upon the bed with her eyes closed, apparently dying. One or two coloured persons who were in the room, now gathered around the bed, expecting every moment to see her breathe her last. After ten or fifteen minutes she again opened her eyes, and fixing an intense look upon Mrs. W----, said, "Dear missa, do you not love Jesus?" * * * She would have said more, but her tongue was already palsied in death--the muscles around her mouth quivered--her eye seemed glazed--her breath was gone: her soul was in eternity!