anointed and sent!" On being told one morning that Friends were going to
meeting, she said, "May they know the Sun of righteousness to arise as
with healing in his wings;" emphatically adding, "I think they will."

At another time she sent messages of love to many of the members of her
Monthly Meeting, adding with an expression of feeling, to which those
around could not be insensible. "But I cannot name all; my love is
universal; God is love."

One night, when in great pain, she acknowledged in grateful terms, the
kindness of her attendants, and her belief that a blessing with a full
recompense would be given them; and addressing one of them, she
continued, "I love thee tenderly, and feel thee near in the best life--in
the truth that is blessed for ever." Afterwards, she broke forth with an
audible voice thus: "Bless the Lord, oh my soul! and praise him for all
his benefits. What can I do! how shall I praise him enough!" And then,
as with melody of soul, she added,--

"Heavenly blessings without number,
Gently falling on my head."

After taking an affectionate farewell of those around her, and addressing
them in an instructive and encouraging manner, she added, "I can heartily
say, that death is robbed of its sting, and the grave of its victory.
Thanks be unto God who giveth the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."
And again, "Praise and magnify the Lord! Oh if I could sing, I would
sing his praise!"

To some beloved relatives, from a distance, who came to see her, she
testified of her faith, hope, and confidence,--acknowledged, that