The tears which I neither would nor could restrain, when I first began thus to reflect on the image of the dying chamber of little Jane, were speedily brightened by the vivid sunshine of hope and confidence.

They then gradually yielded to the influence of that divine principle which shall finally wipe the tear from every eye, and banish all sorrow and sighing for evermore.
On the fourth day from thence, Jane was buried.

I had never before committed a parishioner to the ground with similar affections.

The attendants were not many, but I was glad to perceive among them some of the children who had been accustomed to receive my weekly private instruction along with her.
I wished that the scene might usefully impress their young hearts, and that God would bless it to their edification.
As I stood at the head of the grave, during the service, I connected past events, which had occurred in the churchyard, with the present.

In this spot Jane first learned the value of that gospel which saved her soul.
Not many yards from her own burial-place, was the epitaph which has already been described as the first means of affecting her mind with serious and solemn conviction.