‘Poor dear Susan was called away a few hours sooner than we expected. She breathed her last a quarter before one o’clock this morning, when she exchanged a Sabbath day on earth, for an eternal Sabbath in heaven. I feel as strong a confidence that she is now in glory, as I can feel of any person I ever knew. The verse for the day in the Christian Almanack, 26th February, is, “There remaineth, therefore, a rest for the people of God,” as it were greeting me on my coming down stairs this morning, with a most welcome and appropriate assurance, and as it were in confirmation of my feelings. All I can say of her in her life, and in her death, would come short of the reality, and I can only hope and pray that I may be kept from abusing the privilege I have had in her friendship; and that her image and example may, by God’s blessing, be the means of assisting my weakness, and helping me on to an _entrance_ into glory for ever and ever with her!’ May we seek to follow her humble and Christian course, blameless and harmless as she was, loved by all, and loving all. She was not quick to discover, or speak of the faults of others, being too humbly alive to her own. I never remember to have left her after the fullest communications with her, distressed or perplexed by histories of others, and their faults and failings; over these she drew the curtain, and fixed her eye _only upon her own_. She introduced the subject of other people only to speak kindly and affectionately of them: she appeared “without partiality,” nor had she that selfishness which soon takes affront: I never knew her vexed with any one for supposed unkindness or neglect: she seemed always to think she received more than she deserved. O may we all have grace to follow her in this, and in many other of her Christian virtues. When thus suddenly seized, and with nothing but death before her, her soul was found perfectly _staid_. No distressing fears or conflicts overwhelmed her; but she met the summons with perfect fortitude and resignation. When Mr. S. said to her, ‘Dear Susan, do you not feel afraid?’ ‘O no, sir, I have no fear; I am leaning on the arm of Jesus, He is my support—He is holding me behind and before. God has laid his hand upon me: His will be done; He will keep me, He will support me.’ The sting of death seemed entirely withdrawn, and the glorious hope of being for ever with the Lord, swallowed up all pain in quitting this valley of tears. O the blessedness of living thus in preparation for death! May the instructive lesson sink deeply into all our hearts, leading us to a watchful circumspect devotion to our God and Saviour; that, when he shall please to call us, we may say with her, ‘_ready_, _Lord_, _ready_.’