Moravian Lives

me till the storm of life is past,
and then I shall be with thee
in evermore. O happy lot.
What heavenly joy and consolation
This hope affords unto my heart to.
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Thus far our late Sister has con-
tinued her memoir.

It was only on the 22 of last
month that our dear sister was
taken ill, having probably caught
cold on the preceding day where
she was walking in the burial-
ground lane. She was soon obli-
ged to keep her bed, though no
immediate apprehensions were
entertained as to the result. After
a whole week however had elap-
sed, the unabated continuance of
the febrile symptoms, and the to-
tal loss of appetite occasioned by
                                                the