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was her reply, “ and Jesus Clirist sometimes 
vrith me, and sometimes not ; and I sometimes 
thinking evil, and sometimes thinking good ! No, 
no, no ! Mrs. Kemp will be a better mother to 
my babies than I shall be. I will go.” — A growing 
insensibility to every eai'thly object marked the 
progress of her disease ; and not less surely did 
her composure mark her advances in grace and 
holiness, and submission to tlie Divine will. It 
was a sacred pleasure to spend a few moments 
by the side of her death-bed — so much we saw of 
what the love of Christ can impart ; such earnest 
solicitude for the welfare of others ; such tender 
affection beaming to the very last in her counte- 
nance. Just before that total insensibility took 
place wliich preceded her death, she called for 
her children ; and committing them to God her 
Saviour, she wept over them, and delivered them 
up to her husband. She said much about her 
Husband, and Saviour and Friend in lieaven : 
her last words were, “ James, I am going. I am 
full of pain : I am going above, away from pain 
and some such expression as might be not unaptly 
rendered by the opening words of that beautiful 
Hymn — 
“ When languor and disease Invade 
This trembling house of clay, 
^Tis sweet to look beyond my cage. 
And long to fly away ! 
She became at length insensible : all around 
her were aware that she was dying. Her head 
