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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.

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It was only on the <date>22</date> 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
intatained[?] 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
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