Capitolo 7
believed, and it was convinced that he was able to hold that that she had
committed to him against that day.
In her talking to low voice voice that illness so almost had for of the time
made to keep silent, she said, "I will sing in sky." Its voice had been the charm
of a lot of one pleasant circle. But she added, "I am able anybody more songs--
'I am a pilgrim, and I am an extraneous;
I can remain, I can remain but a night.'"
And in a moment she added,--
"Of that country to which I am going,
My Savior, my Savior is the light."
"Of the people", she said, "desires to die for freeing himself/herself/themselves some pain. Thing
a motive! I am afraid that they sometimes frees only him of him to renew
it. There was--" And here she checked him, while saying, "But I don't want
you mention some name", a feeling of charitableness and tenderness coming
on her, as if he/she would be thought that she has judged a dying person,
harshly.
The day before she died, as I was spending the morning of Saturday from her,
she expired these words:--
"Or, as rubber bands it has to be that bed,
Done in illness, God, from thee!
And that rest as rubber bands and dessert,
Where Jesus and the reunion of suffering!"
In almost the same breath, she said, "Or, sees that beautiful
makes yellow,"--directing my attention to a twig of acacia in a group of
flowers; every exposure that its religious feelings were not the ecstasies, but
flows long on a level with his/her natural delight to the good-looking objects.
I have mentioned to illustrate this, very of the accidents already
reported.
You spoke of a young friend that has a lot that the world gives his
votaries to improve his/her perspectives in this life. I said me her, "
the conditions of change with her?" "Not for ten thousand worlds", it was her
energetic replica. "No!" she added; "I fear that she has not chosen the good one
part."
Afternoon of Saturday, the deadly conflict was on her. The restlessness of
death, the ardent one for of the change of laying the cold sweats, the