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parting feast of love. Under the impression
that she was near her end, she then said: "the 
conflict is nearly over--- bring the <persname>baby</persname>!" ---- bring 
the <persname>baby</persname>!"---   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 <trait>eagerly</trait>, 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 <persname>Saviour</persname>. After the <persname>baby</persname> was removed,
she had some sharp struggles: but about a
<date>quarter  of an hour</date> before the end , she looked up again 
with great animation in her conntenance, & exclaimed
Praise! Praise!& she gave out the lines:
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 
<trait>solemnity</trait> she addressed the <persname>company </persname>in these 
impressive words: Their is an hour that must
"come to you all!"----   She did not speak very
                                                              Distinctly