"Dear aunt," she said in reply, with sorrow on her countenance, "I assureyou that you grieve me. I have been during the whole of my life, buta poor sinner, and have by no means done what you say; but.... GodHimself has pardoned me, and it is only, my dear aunt, because theblood of Jesus has washed away my sins, that I shall see God."

It sometimes was thus, my sister, that Amelia spoke at intervals almost thewhole night. Her voice at length became weaker; and towards evening,after a slight drowsiness, she said to her portlyher, "Papa, embraceyour small child once more." She then turned to her mother, and said, "Mydear mamma, embrace me also, and ... may Jesus comfort you all!"

A few minutes after, our darling friend fell gradually asleep, andher last breath died away like the expiring flame of a candle. Sheexperienced nothing of the agony of death. Truly, dear Esther, Ameliaknew not what death was!