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danger there seemed to be, that the illness she labored under might be
an occasion of her death, it filled her with joy that almost overcame
her. At another time, when she met a company following a corpse to the
grave, she said, it was sweet to her to think that they would in a
little time follow her in like manner.

Her illness, in the latter part of it, was seated much in her throat;
and an inward swelling filled up the pipe, so that she could swallow
nothing but what was perfectly liquid and but very little of that, with
great and long strugglings. That which she took in fled out at her
nostrils, till at last she could swallow nothing at all. She had a
raging appetite for food; so that she told her sister, when talking with
her about her circumstances, that the worst bit would be sweet to her;
but yet, when she saw that she could not swallow it, she seemed to be as
perfectly contented without it, as if she had no appetite. Others were
greatly moved to see what she underwent, and were filled with admiration
at her unexampled patience. At a time when she was striving in vain to
get down a little of something liquid, and was very much spent with it;
she looked upon her sister with a smile, saying, O sister, this is for
my good! At another time, when her sister was speaking of what she
underwent, she told her, that she lived a heaven upon ea 

th for all that. She used sometimes to say to her sister, under her
extreme sufferings, It is good to be so! Her sister once asked her, why
she said so; why, says she, because God would have it so: it is best
that things should be as God would have them: it looks best to me. After
her confinement, as they were leading her from the bed to the door, she
seemed overcome by the sight of things abroad, as showing forth the
glory of the Being who had made them. As she lay on her death-bed, she
would often say these words, God is my friend! And