Poor soul! she had set her heart upon living as many years to God as she had to the world, and she had hoped to wipe out her former self.
"Alas!" she said to her sister, "I have done more harm than I can ever hope to good now; and my long life of folly and wickedness will be remembered--will be what they call famous; my short life of repentance who will know, or heed, or take to profit ?" But she soon ceased to repine.

She bowed to the will of Heaven, and set her house in order, and awaited her summons.

The tranquillity of her life and her courageous spirit were unfavorable to the progress of disease, and I am glad to say she was permitted to live nearly three years after this, and these three years were the happiest period of her whole life.

Works of piety and love made the days eventful.

She was at home now--she had never been at home in folly and loose living.