"The Lord deals very gently with me," she replied. "Are not his promises now very precious to you?" "They are all yea and amen in Christ Jesus." "Are you in much bodily pain?" "So little, that I almost forget it." "How good the Lord is!" "And how unworthy am I!" "You are going to see Him as He is." "I think--I hope--I believe that I am." She again fell into a short slumber. Looking at her mother, I said, "What a mercy to have a child so near heaven as yours is!" "And what a mercy," she replied, in broken accents, "if her poor old mother might but follow her there! But, sir, it is so hard to part!" "I hope through grace by faith you will soon meet, to part no more: it will be but a little while." "Sir," said the Dairyman, "that thought supports me, and the Lord's goodness makes me feel more reconciled than I was." "Father, mother," said the reviving daughter, "He is good to me--trust Him, praise Him evermore." "Sir," added she, in a faint voice, "I want to thank you for your kindness to me--I want to ask a favour; you buried my sister--will you do the same for me?" "All shall be as you wish, if God permit;" I replied. "Thank you, sir, thank you. I have another favour to ask: when I am gone, remember my father and mother. They are old, but I hope the good work is begun in their souls. My prayers are heard. Pray come and see them. I cannot speak much, but I want to speak for their sakes. Sir, remember them." The aged parents now sighed and sobbed aloud, uttering broken sentences, and gained some relief by such an expression of their feelings. At length I said to Elizabeth--"Do you experience any doubts or temptations on the subject of your eternal safety?" "No, sir; the Lord deals very gently with me, and gives me peace." "What are your views of the dark valley of death, now that you are passing through it?" "It is _not_ dark." "Why so?" "My Lord is _there_, and He is my light and my salvation." "Have you any fears of more bodily suffering?" "The Lord deals so gently with me, I can trust Him." Something of a convulsion came on. When it was past, she said again and again: "The Lord deals very gently with me. Lord, I am thine, save me--blessed Jesus--precious Saviour--his blood cleanseth from all sin--Who shall separate?--His name is Wonderful--Thanks be to God--He giveth us the victory--I, even I, am saved--O grace, mercy, and wonder--Lord, receive my spirit! Dear sir, dear father, mother, friends, I am going--but all is well, well, well--" She relapsed again. We knelt down to prayer: the Lord was in the midst of us, and blessed us. She did not again revive while I remained, nor ever speak any more words which could be understood. She slumbered for about ten hours, and at last sweetly fell asleep in the arms of that Lord who had dealt so gently with her.