' 'To Jesus! nay, for knowingly my
hands have pierced him. Willingly these feet have trampled on his
precious blood. I have compelled his spirit to forsake me, and must
perish.'
"Then I saw those whom I had led into sin and encouraged in
unbelief, and said to them, 'Can you forgive me?' But a voice from
heaven replied, 'You cannot be forgiven; for the name of Jesus you
have set at nought, and there is none other.' Then my teacher
pressed my hand; she could not speak. I said, 'You have ever shown
great love; can you not help me now?' 'Dear child, have I not told
you that though I love you, yet I have no power to help in this hour
or hereafter.' 'O, dreadful thought! Must I leave you all, forever?
parents, teachers, all! Can you do nothing for me?' 'We can only
point you to Jesus.' 'I have no part in him. I am a Demas; and with
such agony now, what will be the wrath to come?' I begged all
present not to live as I had lived. 'Seize the moments that fly
swifter than the lightning. There is no place for repentance now: my
retribution begins. Forget not these words of your lost sister.' I
turned to my mother: 'There is no love like a mother's; can that do
nothing for me now?' What could she do? 'Can no one help me? Father,
father, I am going; can you do nothing?'
"Now the light forsook my eyes.
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