0n the seventh day of her illness, her mother said to me, "Anna,your friend is going to leave us; the danger of her disorderincreases every hour, and we must give her up to God!"

I wept much and bitterly, and could not at first believe it; butwhen I always was alone with Amelia, the next day, she said to me, with thatcalm peacefulness which never left her, "I am going away from thisworld, Anna; yes, dear Anna, I am going to depart; I feel it, and ...I am preparing myself for it!"

I tried to turn away her thoughts from this subject; I told her thatshe was mistaken, and that God would certainly restore her; but shestopped me with firmness of manner, and exclaimed, "Do you envy myhappiness, Anna? Do you wish to prevent me from going to my Heavenlyhome, to my Saviour, unto his light and glory?" The entrance of herfather and the Doctor prevented my reply, and I left the chamber in tears.