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Her mind was calm and peaceful : and, under 
all she had to endure, no murmuring escaped 
her lips. She frequently showed anxiety to be 
employed; and expressed her shame that she 
should receive so much, and do nothing in return 
for Mrs. Kemp. Her thoughts were much turned 
towards her infant children. Her conversation, 
when not more immediately engaged in speaking 
of the mercy of her Saviour, was directed to 
J ames her husband ; and respected the eternal wel- 
fare of her children. One day, as I was standing 
in the next room, I heard her thus address him : 
“ James, do not keep my children from going to 
heaven. — I think now I must die ; but do not keep 
Sarali and William from going to heaven. Take 
them to church : never take my girl on board 
ship ; but let them both go to God, the great 
and the good.’' — She began gradually to grow 
weaker. Her days were well nigh spent; but 
she was becoming more meet to be translated 
to the immediate presence of her God and Sa- 
viour. The burden of her song, now, was praise 
— praise for that everlasting love, wherewith 
Christ had loved her. ‘‘ Ah ! Mrs. Kemp,” said 
she, as that kind woman was smoothing her 
pillow, alas ! Mrs. Kemp, good bye. I am going 
to Jesus Christ, who loves me. I shall see him 
now. I have seen him with my heart ; and now 
I love him with my heart. It is not my lips 
only that believe, but belief is firmly fixed within 
