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rogatively repeated, with an impatient shake of the 

 head, signified a desire for information. In this 

 case, I could only reply, ' Yes, God loves Mrs. C. 

 Poor Mrs. C. soon go to heaven.' Jack, who 

 realized heavenly things in a way that few of us 

 attain to, was content with this assurance, under 

 the expectation of her immediate removal to glory: 

 but I knew that she had, probably, many a long 

 month to linger yet ; and as weeks passed away, 

 Jack would come out with his embarassing 'What? 

 Mrs. C. very long pain ! What — God love Mrs. C. ?' 

 I found her, one da}r, in her nice parlour, dress- 

 ed as usual, with exquisite neatness, her poor arm 

 supported in a sling of white muslin, and her pale 

 cheek wearing the sorrowful smile that rarely left 

 it. ' Have you had a tolerable night, dear friend?' 

 I asked. She replied, ' I had no sleep at all ; the 

 doctor dared not give me an anodyne, and the pain 

 w r as so excessive, that I could not help weeping. 

 However, a thought came into my mind that com- 

 forted me. It occurred to me that I might have 

 been brought up a Socinian ; and oh, dear lady, 

 how dreadful it would have been, to acknowledge 

 Jesus Christ as something less than God ! When 

 I thought of the mercy that taught me from my 

 early youth to confess Him as God; and the sove- 

 reign grace that has more lately enabled me to see 

 Him as my God, bearing my sins in His own body 

 on the tree, oh, then my tears fell much faster; 



