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nature of the disease does not expose the individual to great torture of body.

Totnes, December 15, 1829.

About the middle of the day, her pulse and strength seemed in some degree to rally, and her parents allowed themselves to entertain some hope'. This however on the return of Mr. T., about eleven o'clock at night, was entirely dissipated; her danger was becoming every hour more imminent; and about three o'clock of the Monday morning, her father (who was asleep, having been exhausted by previous watching and anxiety,) was summoned to the deathbed of his daughter, and to hear her last accents of piety and love. The final hour of her existence was now at hand; but previously to putting off mortality, she put off childish things, and showed herself, (as far as we can judge,) a Saint mature for heaven; her mind received more than its former vigour, and, as is sometimes supposed to be the case, attained more than mortal energy; her eyes became beautifully expressive, and her voice (which through her illness had been indistinct,) became, though low and gentle, perfectly clear, and melodious beyond expression2. "Am I dying?" she said. Her mother answered, "My dear, if you are, you are going to God who loves you so much, and Jesus Christ who died for you, and you will be happier with them than you can be here; and papa, and mamma, and dear Walrond will try to be good that they may come to you." This seemed to delight her, and she said,

1 She had however herself at this time a strong impression of her danger, for her little brother coming to ask how she was, she replied, "I am very ill, Walrond, and I shall not be long with you in this world."

2 Some apprehension has been entertained lest this observation should be imputed to an excited imagination, but the circumstance may be accounted for from natural causes, her reduced condition of body, and her being free from pain. It has been lately observed by a celebrated divine, “The part of a lover of Truth is to follow her at all hazards."

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she hoped to see her brother and sisters 3, and that papa and mamma and Walrond and Reginald would come too. On her uttering a groan, her papa said to her, "Look to God, my dear; He careth for you:" she replied, "I bear my pains with patience, papa.' She asked the hour; on finding that the morning was arrived, she said, “I am glad I did not die on Sunday." Why, my dear?" "Because I have had another day to repent. Perhaps I may not die; ask Mr. T. I wish to live; and if God prolong my life, I will never be naughty again." Her papa said, "God will accept of your repentance, my dear, through the merits of Christ. Her mother exclaimed, "Oh! my dear child, I wish I could die for you." "Oh! my dear mamma! I am glad it is I and not you." With these words she threw her arms around her mother's neck, and kissed her repeatedly, and with the greatest fervour. Seeing her agony, she said, "Don't break your heart.' Then she said to herself, "Poor little thing! the only little girl!" Her mother, touched with agony at the approaching separation, said, "Oh! my dear Emily, forgive your poor mother all she has done amiss." "Oh! dear mamma!" said she, 66 you were always kind." "My dear," her mother continued, "when I reproved, or even corrected you, it was for your good. Forgive me, dear mamma!" While this was passing she again threw her arms around her mother's neck with the most heart-rending affection. Her mother said, "Embrace your father, my darling;" she immediately embraced him with the greatest tenderness, and he also saying, "Forgive me, my child." "Oh papa! you must forgive me." He then said, "Ask forgiveness of God, my dear child." She lifted up her eyes and hands to heaven, and with the greatest solemnity, exclaimed, 3 Who were already dead.

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She also subsequently asked forgiveness of the servant who usually attended on her.

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"O God, forgive me.' Seeing her mother in tears: "Don't cry, mamma, your tears cannot restore me, do not break your heart. Poor little K.5, I have survived you a very short time! Don't forget me, mamma. "Oh, my dear! were I to live ten thousand times ten thousand years, I never could forget you." Turning to her father, "Oh! papa, you will have no little Emily to walk with you, but when you walk out, do not forget your dear Erdy. papa, do not break your heart." About this time she turned round and said, "I wish my money to be given to the poor; and my books, papa, I think I have heard you say that those sorts of books are not calculated for the lower orders; send them to my cousins. My garden I give to Walrond, dear Walrond! I always loved him. I was a little jealous; but I always loved that little boy, don't let him forget me." She was continually enquiring for him; but though she wished to see him, did not express a desire to have him disturbed from his sleep, which his parents were unwilling to do, lest it should have some permanent ill effect on him; after enquiring for him, she said, "Oh! Walrond, you do not know how soon you may come to this." She asked, "And where will you put me." "I shall keep you in my heart," her mother replied, "to the end of my life, my own child;" she seemed to see that the question pained, for she asked no more. Her father said, 'My child, we shall soon, I trust, be with you in Heaven, and then we shall never be parted any more." About this time she began to dictate a letter

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5 This young gentleman died about a fortnight before her of the same disorder, an affection of the mesenteric glands, of which circumstance she was aware.

6 A name of endearment frequently used by her parents, she having been so called by her little brother.

7 Her language was always well chosen, without apparent consciousness of it herself; she would frequently correct inelegancies of style in books which she read aloud.

to a little cousin, who was very dear to her; but her mother could not bear this, and stopped her; soon after (extraordinary to say) she exclaimed, “I am thankful I shall have no agonies;" nothing of the sort had been suggested to her. Life appeared now to be ebbing fast, and her mouth was parched with thirst, though she was almost every moment supplied with some liquid. She was quite sensible of her approaching dissolution, for she cried out, though with calmness, "I am dying, I am dying." Her affection for her mother still prevailed, for she extended both her hands outside the bed, and said, "God bless you, my dear mother." "Bless your father too, my child." Using the same expressive action, she repeated, "God bless you, my dear father, good bye." She now gradually sunk under the disease; and though her strength was gone, the syllable “ma—” could be traced on her lips. Her sweet soul escaped imperceptibly and without a struggle to the God who gave it.

Such was the blessed exit from this world of this youthful Christian; though she was loth to leave her friends, yet the assured belief of a life to come, calmed her fears, and enabled her to pass through the trying scene of death without repining or dismay. Though she walked through the valley of the shadow of death, she feared no evil: for He was with her; His rod and His staff, they comforted her.'

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THE CHURCH IN THE COLONIES. No. 4. DIOCESE OF TASMANIA (OR VAN DIEMEN'S LAND). Provision for the Instruction of Convicts.

Ir will be a matter of deep thankfulness to Almighty GOD with all who have been aware of the spiritual destitution in which the convicts in Australia have

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been left in past years, to learn that her Majesty's Government have determined on providing a large increase of clergy for their express benefit. The services of five candidates for ordination in the diocese of Tasmania have already been secured through the recommendation of the Society, two of whom sailed with the convict ship London about a fortnight ago; and two clergymen are about to be sent to Norfolk Island.

The following extract of a letter from the Rev. T. B. Naylor, at present chaplain in that island, to his diocesan, affords a pleasing proof of the change effected in a place which, but a few years back, could only be described, in the language of Judge Burton, as a cage full of unclean birds, full of crimes against God and man, murders and blasphemies, and all uncleanness :"

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"Norfolk Island, April, 1842. "*** Your Lordship will, I know, be pleased to hear that, with many discouragements, there is much still to cheer me in this singular spot. An increasing earnestness is evident among many of the prisoners. I have much reason to be pleased with the consistency of the many communicants who have recently been admitted after close probation. I cannot doubt either the sound conviction or suspect the sincerity of several converts from the Church of Rome, (both from the soldiers and convicts,) recently added to us. There is certainly an increasing desire for instruction among the men, and the best disposed of my poor prisoners are lending me powerful assistance by their influence with others. If I have but strength to meet the duties of my office, I verily hope to see the Spirit of God blessing these outcasts, and seeking and saving many who were lost."

The Rev. Gregory Bateman, Missionary at Oatlands, Van Diemen's Land, holds out a similar prospect that much may be expected, with the blessing

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