"And then, sir, I am to have a thankful remembrance of his death. I can never think of his dying, but I think also what a poor unworthy creature I am; and yet he is so good to me. I wish I _could_ thank him--sir, I have been reading about his death--how could the people do as they did to him?--but it was all for our salvation. And the thief on the cross--that is beautiful. I hope he will remember me too, and that I shall always remember him and his death most thankfully." "And lastly, Jenny, are you in charity with all men? Do you forgive all that have offended you? Do you bear ill-will in your heart to anybody?" "Dear sir, no! how can I? If God is good to me, if he forgives me, how can I help forgiving others? There is not a person in all the world, I think, sir, that I do not wish well to for Christ's sake, and that from the bottom of my heart." "How do you feel towards those bold, wanton, ill-tempered girls at the next door, who jeer and mock you so about your religion?" "Sir, the worst thing I wish them is, that God may give them grace to repent; that he may change their hearts, and pardon all their wicked ways and words. May he forgive them, as I do with all my soul!" She ceased--I wished to ask no more. My heart was full. "Can this be the religion of a child?" thought I. "O that we were all children like her!" "Reach me that prayer-book, and the cup and plate. My dear friends, I will now, with God's blessing, partake with you in the holy communion of our Lord's body and blood." The time was sweet and solemn. I went through the sacramental service. The countenance and manner of the child evinced powerful feelings. Tears mingled with smiles--resignation brightened by hope--humility animated by faith--a child-like modesty adorned with the understanding of a riper age--gratitude, peace, devotion, patience--all these were visible. I thought I distinctly saw them all--and did _I_ alone see them? Is it too much to say that other created beings, whom I could not behold with my natural eyes, were witnesses of the scene? If ministering angels do ascend and descend with glad tidings between earth and heaven, I think they did so then. When I had concluded the service, I said,-- "Now, my dear Jane, you are indeed become a sister in the Church of Christ. May his Spirit and blessing rest upon you, strengthen and refresh you!" "My mercies are great, very great, sir; greater than I can express. I thank you for this favour--I thought I was too young--it seemed too much for me to think of; but I am now sure the Lord is good to me, and I hope I have done right." "Yes, Jenny; and I trust you are both outwardly and inwardly _sealed_ by the Holy Ghost to the day of redemption." "Sir, I shall never forget this day." "Neither, I think, shall I." "Nor I," said the good old woman; "sure the Lord has been in the midst of us three to-day, while we have been gathered together in his name."