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prayers fervent. Her whole soul was so full of tlie 

 love of God, and the mercy of her Saviour, that she 

 seemed, almost to forget her great sufferings. The 

 fear of death was entirely removed, and she triumph- 

 antly exclaimed, " ! death where is thy sting, O ! (jrave 

 ivhere is thy victory ! Thanks he unto God who giveth 

 us the victory through Jesus Christ our Ijordy We all 

 united in the Holy Communion. The tender mess- 

 ages of love she sent to each of you, will he detailed 

 to you hy your aunt and sister. 



She began with " my dear sister Jane," and ended 

 with " dear brother (W. E. Haskell), who was so 

 very kind to me when my mother died, and prayed 

 for me, when I could not pray for myself and was 

 ready to despair." I have no words to express the 

 propriety of her thoughts and the fond devotion of 

 her language. 



Yes, there is a solemn reality in religion that 

 effects a change in the whole mind and heart, and 

 brings under its influence every thought, word, and 

 action. This seems to be i-ealized here. All music 

 is hushed, ^hiny sympathizing friends are stand- 

 ing around our cottage weeping ; and a solemnity 

 and stillness reigns throughout this hitlicrto noisy 

 and thoughtless throng. 



Will you not, my dear children, seek for that 

 religious knowledge and firm faith, that sustained 

 your departed sisters in their last hours of trial, and 

 enabled your meek and gentle mother to pass 

 through the world loving and beloved. Let their 

 Saviour be our Saviour, and their heaven our ever- 

 lasting home. 



With love to all. * * ^— ^ .1. B. 



Sei*temp,er 18th, 1847. 

 I detailed to you daily, my dear children, Julia's 

 bodily condition and her peaceful frame of mind. 



