Often the Spirit wafts me
on to the better land, and I contemplate with pleasure my everlasting
home."
[Who can tell what shall be on the morrow? But a few weeks elapsed
after this visit to Haxby, when her daughter Eliza, whose loving and
gentle spirit endeared her to all who knew her, was taken away at
a stroke. On the day on which the following entry is dated, she had
exhibited an unusual degree of vivacity; and with great confidence
borne testimony in the class to the power of the grace of God.]
"A goodly number at the class. In the evening Eliza read to Mrs. C.
and myself the interesting adieu of the French Protestant Minister,
Adolphe Monod, introduced into the November number of the Methodist
Magazine for 1856. We sat down to supper, and mournful to relate! she
was seized with a fit of apoplexy, which lasted until nearly three in
the morning, when her spirit calmly took its flight. How needful to
be ready!--My dear daughter was carried to the cemetery, there to
rest until the resurrection morn. While passing through this painful
dispensation, I have enjoyed the sweet consolations of the Spirit of
God, and been able to recognize mercy mingled with judgment. The same
evening my Eliza passed into the skies, my son William was appointed
to meet a few of the Lord's people.--The year heaves its last sigh,
as I review the way in which God has led me. Very painful events have
occurred. Scenes pleasant, and sad, have passed before me; but around,
and over all, mercy has spread a cloud of light; and here will I raise
my heart, and say, 'Hitherto the Lord hath helped me.
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