I was present, Esther, and was crying.

"Why do you cry, Anna?" she said, "Are you sorry to see me go to my
Father's house?"

"But, Amelia, _I_ lose you; we all lose you; and ..."

"I do not like to hear you say that, Anna; do not repeat it, and do
not think of it. Our Saviour says that, 'He who believes on Him shall
not see death;' and I am certain, that my soul is about to join those
of His saints who have already departed this life, for His grace has
also justified _me._"

"Ah!" said her aunt, who had not left her bedside for two days, "you
have always done the will of God, dear Amelia; you are therefore sure
of going to Him."

"Dear aunt," she replied, with sorrow on her countenance, "I assure
you that you grieve me. I have been during the whole of my life, but
a poor sinner, and have by no means done what you say; but.... God
Himself has pardoned me, and it is only, my dear aunt, because the
blood of Jesus has washed away my sins, that I shall see God."

It was thus, my sister, that Amelia spoke at intervals almost the
whole night. Her voice at length became weaker; and towards morning,
after a slight drowsiness, she said to her father, "Papa, embrace
your child once more." She then turned to her mother, and said, "My
dear mamma, embrace me also, and ... may Jesus comfort you all!"