Believing you would be desirous of knowing the dealings of the Lord with your dear child, I have endeavored to preserve a small part of what fell from his lips during the last weeks of his afflicted life. I say a small part, because the whole, had it not been for the necessary and close attention to his person, would have swelled a volume. Previous to the time when he was confined to his bed, which was the latter end of December, when I had an opportunity to set with him, he would often talk on divine subjects, and appeared deeply interested in the things that pertained to his own salvation. He mentioned several sermons he had heard Dr. Andrews, of Walworth, preach, but particularly one, from, Oh my Dove, that art in the cleft of the rock. He ran through the several ideas that was advanced, with great correctness and interest. At another time when we were conversing about eternal things, he said, Aunt, I should not be afraid to die, if I was sure I had an interest in Christ! You know it is possible to be deceived, and many people are. I never said so much to any one as I have to you. I talked to my dear father, and he answered me much the same as you have. About the middle of February, when helping him out of bed, very helpless, and in great pain, he said, Aunt, I seem to have a hope that I shall be saved! Do you not think that answer to prayer is some evidence? and I am sure that many of my poor simply prayers have been answered. February 26.—He held a truly interesting conversation with his Uncle, expressing the strongest desire to know if he was truly drawn to Christ! On the evidences being given to him, he appeared much refreshed, and said, It may be when I am nearer to death that the Lord may give me a full assurance. He often said how good the Lord is; I have more to be thankful for than to complain of! Once he said, Well Aunt, who can tell but the Lord may cure me? and if he does not, he will do a great deal better for me!—But for want of time, I must omit many very blessed things, and relate what more particularly transpired towards the close. The few last days in February, and the first and second of March, he was in great pain, and there was an evident alteration for the worst. In the night of the second of March, he said, Oh! affliction! affliction! My poor body is quite worn out! Oh! I wish for more patience and resignation. Aunt, I had rather lay here, with all my pains, than be running about the streets, in health, like many boys I know, cursing and swearing, and sinning against God. In the same night, he said, Oh! I hope we shall meet in Heaven! On my expressing the same hope, he cried out, Ah! but I want more than hope! I want assurance! Oh! I hope the Lord will sanctify this affliction.