*On Sunday and Monday she was light-headed, but sensible at times. It then plainly appeared her heart was still in heaven. One said to her, “Jesus is your mark.” She replied, “I have but one mark. I am all spiritual.” Miss _M._ said to her, “You dwell in God.” She answered, “Altogether.” A person asked her, “Do you love _me_?” She said, “O, I love Christ: I love my Christ. Jesus is precious, very precious indeed.” She said to Miss _M._ “The Lord is very good. He keeps my soul above all.” For fifteen hours before she died, she was in strong convulsions. Her sufferings were extreme. One said, “You are made perfect through sufferings.” She said, “More and more so.” After lying quiet some time, she said, “Lord, thou art strong!” Then pausing a ♦considerable space, she uttered her last words, “My Jesus is all in all to _me_: glory be to him through time and eternity.” After this she lay still for about half an hour, and then expired without a sigh or groan. ♦ “conderable” replaced with “considerable” LETTERS wrote by JANE COOPER. LETTERS _to_ Mrs. M. M. _August 29, 1757._ I SINCERELY rejoice, to find you are convinced of a most important, but self-abasing truth, that you are _yourself_ utterly unable to work out your own salvation, or to form so much as one good thought, or one desire towards it. Rest not in this conviction, but seek, ask, knock: and you shall assuredly obtain that faith which is the gift of God. Give me leave to repeat, that religion consists, first, in a true knowledge of our want of Christ: Secondly, in knowing him to be not only the Saviour of the world, but _our_ Saviour in particular; in knowing him to have died for _us_, that we might live through _him_. There is a great difference between this scheme of religion, and that we form to ourselves when we begin to desire eternal happiness. I then thought I must refrain from evil works, and be constant at church. And I should doubtless go to heaven, though I walked not in a narrow, but much frequented way. I saw not that Christ alone was the way to heaven; but though I could not but see my works were insufficient, yet I hoped God would accept this patch-work obedience, and supply what was wanting. Beware of building _your_ hopes on this sandy foundation. Seek, but seek forgiveness and acceptance with God, through him who is the rock of ages. Let him not go until he bless you. For there is no safety but in his friendship, and no peace but in his favour. May every blessing attend my dear friend. Wherever her abode is, she has a place in my heart. * * * * * _November 9._