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“I WRITE to tell you that your old op6 pressor Mr. Thomas is dead. I attended « him in his last moments. "O, may my cs latter end never be like his! I shall not as soon forget his despair at the approach “ of death. His riches, which had been “ his fole joy, now doubled his sorrows; 66 for he was going where they could be 6 of no use to him; and he found too 6 late that he had laid up no treasure in “ heaven. He felt great concern at his “ past life, but for nothing more than his “ unkindness to Mr. Simpson. He charged “ me to find you out, and let you know, " that by his will he bequeathed you five 6 hundred pounds, as some compensation. “ He died in great agonies; declaring with “ his last breach, that if he could live his “ life over again, he would serve God, " and strictly observe the Sabbath.
“ Your's, &c.
“ J. JOHNSON.”
Mrs. Betty, who had listened attentively to the letter, jumped up, clapped her hands, and cried out, “ Now all is for the 6 best, and I shall see you a lady once 6 more.”-“I am, indeed, thankful for " this mercy,” said Mrs. Simpson, “ and 66 am glad that riches were not fent me till “ I had learned, as I humbly hope, to “ make a right use of them. But come, « let us go in, for I am very cold, and find “ I have fat too long in the night air.”
Betty was now ready enough to acknowledge the hand of Providence in this profperous event, though she was blind to it when the dispensation was more dark. Next morning she went early to visit Mrs. Simpson, but not seeing her below, she went up stairs, where, to her great forrow, she found her confined to her bed by a fever, caught the night before by fitting so late on the bench reading the letter and talking it over. Betty was now more ready to cry out against Providence than ever. 6 What! to catch a fever while you were
16" reading that very letter which told “ you about your good fortune; which s would have enabled you to live like a *lady as you are. I never will believe “ this is for the best ;-to be deprived of «s life just as you were beginning to enjoy 66 it !” .“ Betty,” said Mrs. Simpson, " we must “ learn not to rate health nor life itself "t90 highly. There is little in life, for “ its own fake, to be fo fond of. As a “good archbishop used to say, 'tis but the “same thing over again, or probably worse: “ so many more nights and days, sum“mers and winters; a repetition of the
same pleasures, but with less relish for " them; a return of the same or greater “ pains, but with less strength, and per“haps less patience, to bear them.”“Well,” replied Betty, “ I did think that “ Providence was at last giving you your “ reward." -" Reward !” cried Mrs. Simpson. "O, no! my merciful Fa. “ ther, will not put me off with so poor a “ portion as wealth; I feel I shall die.”VOL. IV.
“ It is very hard, indeed,” said Betty, “ so good as you are, to be taken off just “ as your prosperity was beginning.”“ You think I am good just now,” said Mrs. Simpson, “ because I am prosperous. 6 Success is no sure mark of God's favour; " at this rate, you, who judge by outward “ things, would have thought Herod a “ better man than John the Baptist; and 66 if I may be allowed to say so, you, on " your principles that the sufferer is the “ finner, would have believed Pontius 66 Pilate higher in God's favour than the " Saviour whom he condemned to die for - your sins and mine.”
In a few days Mrs. Betty found that her new friend was dying, and though she was struck at her resignation, she could not forbear murmuring that so good a woman should be taken away at the very instant which she came into possession of so much money. “ Betty,” faid Mrs. Simpson in a feeble voice, “ I believe you love me 's dearly, you would do any thing to cure “ me; yet you do not love me so well as “ God loves me, though you would raise “me up, and He is putting a period to my “ life. He has never sent me a single stroke “ which was not absolutely necessary for “ me. You, if you could restore me, might “ be laying me open to some temptation “ from which God, by removing, will de“ liver me. Your kindness in making this “ world so smooth for me, I might for “ ever have deplored in a world of misery. « God's grace in afflicting me, will here6 after be the subject of my praises in a 6 world of blessedness. Betty,” added the dying woman, “ do you really think " that I am going to a place of rest and 6 joy eternal ?”—“ To be sure I do," faid Betty.“ Do you firmly believe that “ I am going to the afsembly of the first “ born; to the spirits of just men made “ perfect; to God the judge of all; and “ to Jesus the Mediator of the new Cove6 nant?"_“I am sure you are," said Betty.—“ And yet,” resumed The, “ you 6 would detain me from all this happiness;