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mother and sisters that awaited her. She was by this 

 time greatly exhausted. I bade her close her eyes 

 and try to rest. She obeyed and slept about half 

 an hour. She opened her eyes, a thought had come 

 into her mind ; " Father/' she said, " Should one, so 

 much blest as I have been, spend an hour in slum- 

 ber ? Should not every moment of the short rem- 

 nant of life be spent in praising my blessed Re- 

 deemer?" When I told her that nature required 

 repose, she assented. A little later, " Father, when 

 the time comes, you must pray with me, I wish to 

 go to heaven borne on the wings of my father's 

 prayers." The thought was original and beautiful, 

 as well as tender and confiding. She had paroxysms 

 of pain, and at intervals slight wanderings of mind. 

 We moistened her lips, and she became quiet and 

 composed. She was evidently dying; once more 

 she spoke : " My time has come. Now, father, now 

 pray." Her hands were clasped, and her eyes, full 

 of animation and hope, were raised with an intently 

 fixed gaze toward heaven. I looked upon her face, 

 the spirit had departed, and that broken prayer, 

 begun for the dying, ended in imploring mercy and 

 compassion for the stricken members of her house- 

 hold. Dr. Burke, her kind, intelligent physician, 

 was supporting her head, and he closed her eyes. 

 In death her face was like that of an angel, but her 

 short religious life was brighter still. O my chil- 

 dren, will you not profit by this lesson ! 



TO THE AUDUBONS I 



Yesterday, (Tuesday, September, 7th), at two 

 o'clock, our dear Julia, the object of our pride, and 

 recently of our loving sympathy and unwearied 

 watching, was called to her peaceful rest. Her 

 body will be interred this afternoon. 



I have written down her messages to you all, en- 



