9. On Friday morning, she said, “I believe I shall die.” She then sat up in her bed, and said, “Lord, I bless thee, that thou art ever with me, and all thou hast is mine. Thy love is greater than my weakness, greater than my helplessness, greater than my unworthiness. Lord, thou _sayest to corruption, thou art my sister_! And glory be to thee, O Jesus, thou art my brother! Let me _comprehend with all saints, the length, and breadth, and depth, and heighth of thy love_! Bless these: (some that were present) Let them be every moment exercised in all things, as thou wouldst have them to be.” 10. Some hours after, it seemed as if the agonies of death were just coming upon her. But her face was full of smiles of triumph, and she clapped her hands for joy. Mrs. _C._ said, “My dear, you are more than conqueror, through the ‘blood of the lamb’.” She answered, “Yes, O yes, sweet Jesus. O death, where is thy sting?” She then lay as in a doze for some time. Afterwards she strove to speak, but could not. However she testified her love, by shaking hands with all in the room. Then she took Miss _M――――_’s hand, with Mrs. _C._ and Mrs. _D――――_’s, and put them to her heart. 11. The apothecary soon came in. She strove to speak to him, but had not utterance. One asked of the Lord, to give her power to speak; and in a few moments she spoke distinctly. Immediately she exhorted him to believe. He said, “I hope I do.” “Do you then, replied she earnestly, find in Christ all you want? You may. And I want you to be happy _now_. Why won’t you believe, when Christ has given all his divinity to save you?” He started, and said, “I hope I shall.” “Hope! said she, that is not the thing. _The hope of the hypocrite shall perish._ Indeed you are not an hypocrite. Yet unless you are on the rock, when the winds and floods come, your building will not stand.”