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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