I thank Him for raising up such a friend as Mrs.Linwood, when friend and comforter seemed taken from us.

Love her, confide in her, be grateful to her, my child.

Be grateful to God for sending her to soothe my dying hours with promises of protection and love for you, my darling, my child, my poor orphan Gabriella." "Oh mother," I cried, "I do not submit,--I cannot,--I cannot! Dreadful thoughts are in my heart--oh, my mother, God is very terrible.

Leave me not alone to meet his awful judgments.

Put your arms round me, my mother, and let me lie close to your bosom, I will not hurt you, I will lie so gently there.