33] LITTLE ANK. 33 viously fixed upon, as being’ the most likely to present her grave to the eyes of her brothers and sisters as they approached the house of God. The young people, whom she had named for that purpose, carried and attended her corpse to its long home, agreeably to her wish ; and then the mourners returned to their respective houses. Thus ended the brief pilgrimage of Little Ann. In the short period of eleven years, she had run the race appointed for her; and at its conclusion, we doubt not but she obtained the crown of victory. Her’s was a short, but certainly it was not a useless life. It was long enough to bring forth those fruits of the Spirit which were to the glory of God, and to the substantial, nay, we trust, to the eternal good of some of her fellow-creatures. Through her long and painful illness she was exceedingly patient and submissive, and often turned to the following lines in her Hymn-book ; and as her end drew nearer and nearer, she was enabled to repeat them for herself with increasing confidence and delight of soul. “ I come, ye messengers of love, I come; “ I see the passage open to my home ; “ The massy gates of glory are unbarr’d; “ I see the mansion for my rest prepared. “ No longer need your flaming chariots stay ; “ My chains drop off, I leave this falling clay: “ Joyful Heave this cumb’rous load behind, “ No more to fetter the immortal mind.
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