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rest of the family, he brought the Physician. A 

 simple remedy was ordered, Mrs. Bachman, in a 

 clear voice, directing where the medicine could be 

 found. A moment afterwards she intimated her 

 impression that her death was at hand. Before we 

 could take in tlie thought, 



" Angels JuuJ wrloomed Ik r aJtorc^ 

 To realms of everlasting day.'''' 



Tuesday, December '27th, Dr. Rude performed 

 the last sacred rites, and preached a sermon from 

 the words of the Psalmist. " Predons In the sight of 

 the Lord is the death of His saints.'' 



And was not she one of these? Her clieerful- 

 ness, her gentleness, her kindness I shall never for- 

 get. Precious to me is the remembrance of the 

 hours spent with her. She carried within and about 

 her so much of heaven — the impression was that 

 you held converse with one, who had learned of 

 Him — who walked with him. Our last conversa- 

 tion with her — alas that it was the last ! was about 

 the soul's condition after death. Firm was her con- 

 viction that })ure, unspotted and made perfect, it 

 should dwell with the Saviour. Now she knows, 

 slie realizes the truth of the Apostle's declaration. 

 *'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor heart conceived the 

 things, whicii God J t at h. prepared for them that love Hirn.^^ 



" Forget her not, serve as she served, love as she 

 loved, live as she lived, that your life may be as 

 useful, as devoted to duty, to Church, to (Jod — that 

 your last hour may be as calm, and as peaceful as 

 lier's — for without a ]>ang, without a struggle her 

 t^|)irit past away, and her fellow-pilgrim knew not 

 whether it were sleep or death. "^^ * * * 



