Moravian Lives

I almost feared I should never have
any comfort again. I shut myself in &
wept many tears over her corpse,
with impressions of mind which I can-
not describe. I could scarcely leave the room
the whole day. What I felt while sing-
ing verses at her side treating of de-
parture to the Lord, is so freah in
my memory, while I am writing
this, that I could freely lay down the
pen & shed the grateful tear. Not
above a fortnight after I lost a dearly
beloved Sister in her 21st year, who to
her dying hour was treated as a
child of 2 years of age, she could nei-
ther speak, nor walk alone, but
was of a very affectionate disposition.
It was a pleasure to be in her com-
pany, & the whole family whas been
frequently so overpowered with the
peace of God, which surrounded
her, that they often thought the bless-
ing of the Lord rested upon them
for her sake. This endeared her to