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parting feast of love. Under the impression
that she was near her end, she then said: "the 
conflict in nearly over--- bring the baby!" ---- being 
the baby!"---   The dear little <persname>infant </persname>was brought in
and all un  conscious of the coming loss, presented 
to her dying <persname>mother</persname>. She kissed it eagerly, and 
gently ribbles its little arm with hand, as
it lay across its breast, doubtlely imploring for 
it, in silent fervour, the everlasting mercies
of her Saviour. After the baby was removed,
she had some sharp struggles: but about a
quarter  of an hour before the end , she looked up again 
with great animation in her conntenance, & exclaimed
Praise! Praise!& she gave out the liner:
O may over imperfect song & praises -
"Be well pleasing unto thee, <persname>Lord Jesus</persname>;---
"Say my peace I leave with you,---
"Amen, amen, be it so!"--- A short struggle 
ensured, after  which looking around with great 
solemnity she addressed the company in these 
impressive words: Their is an hour that must
"come to you all!"----   She did not speak very
                                                              Distinctly