As Hannah was at work on hers, she said to a girl near her, "Perhaps
you will open this. I do not think that I ever shall. When you come
together in the autumn, I trust that I shall be in the Saviour's
school above." So strong was the desire awakened in her by Him who
intended soon to gratify it.
While the cholera raged around her in August, she frequently said,
"This may be my time to go to my dear Saviour;" and repeated it to
her mother on the last morning of her life, but went out as usual to
her work in the vineyard. About noon she became unwell, and said to
a companion, "I am sick; perhaps I shall die soon." "Are you
willing?" "O, yes, I am not afraid to go to Jesus." The disease made
rapid progress, and again she said, "I am very sick; I shall die
soon: shall we not pray together?" Her young friend led in prayer,
and then called on her to follow; but her time for prayer was almost
finished. She could just say, "Bless my dear sister; take me gently
through the dark river;" when she sunk exhausted, and was carried to
the house. A mother bent over an only daughter, and three loving
brothers over an only sister; but they could not keep her back from
Jesus.
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