Father of mercies, for his support and deliverance, accompanied as they constantly were with the addition, “if consistent with thy will.” She remarked, “I am in the hands of an unerring Creator, He cannot err. We must not look to ourselves, but to our Saviour, who loved us and gave himself for us—even for me, the most unworthy of his creatures. He healeth all my diseases, and I have many, but my mercies outweigh them all.” Love and interest for her friends seemed often to dwell in her heart beyond the power of expression. Speaking of those who were members of the meeting to which she belonged, she sent messages to each, and made appropriate remarks respecting them individually, dwelling with especial comfort on the remembrance of those among them who were bearing the burden of the day, and labouring to promote their great Master’s cause. She afterwards said, whilst tears of tenderness flowed, “Oh! how many comfortable meetings I have had in that little meeting-house, how have I loved to go and sit there! It was not a little illness that kept me away: and how has it rejoiced my heart to see individuals come in, who have been as the anointed and sent!” On being
told one morning that Friends were going to meeting, she said, “May they know the Sun of righteousness to arise as with healing in his wings;” emphatically adding, “I think they will.”
At another time she sent messages of love to many of the members of her Monthly Meeting, adding with an expression of feeling, to which those around could not be insensible. “But I cannot name all; my love is universal; God is love.”
One night, when in great pain, she acknowledged in grateful terms, the kindness of her attendants, and her belief that a blessing with a full recompense would be given them; and addressing one of them, she continued, “I love thee tenderly, and feel thee near in the best life—in the truth that is blessed for ever.” Afterwards, she broke forth with an audible voice thus: “Bless the Lord, oh my soul! and praise him for all his benefits. What can I do! how shall I praise him enough!” And then, as with melody of soul, she added,—
“Heavenly blessings without number,
Gently falling on my head.”
After taking an affectionate farewell of those
around her, and addressing them in an instructive and encouraging manner, she added, “I can heartily say, that death is robbed of its sting, and the grave of its victory. Thanks be unto God who giveth the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” And again, “Praise and magnify the Lord! Oh if I could sing, I would sing his praise!”
To some beloved relatives, from a distance, who came to see her, she testified of her faith, hope, and confidence,—acknowledged, that although frail in body, she was strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might; and expressed her desire, that they might all meet where partings are not known, adding, “goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life; and there is a promise for the poor in spirit that will be fulfilled, ‘When the poor and needy seek water and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them.’”
She was permitted to pass quietly away without any apparent pain, and is now, we reverently and thankfully believe, an inhabitant of that city “which hath no need of the sun, neither of the
moon to shine in it; for the glory of God doth lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.”