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body, but went in pursuit of that bread which endureth unto eternal life. This evening she said, 'Jesus Massa come closer and closer to me.'
7. "The next evening, she appeared so faint and low, as to be scarcely conscious of our coming in. After a while, however, she extended herself to speak, and told us she was in pain from head to foot: nobody had beat her: nobody had whipped her: but 'Jesus Massa' had sent the pain, and she thanked him for it: some day when he saw good, he would come and take her away.
8. "After lingering thus for some time, still in pain, but prayer and praise ever flowing from her lips, she drew near her end. When in her greatest extremities, she said her Saviour would give her ease, when he saw fit; and if he did not give it to her now, he would give it her yonder, pointing upwards.
9. "Thus this aged Christian fell asleep in Jesus. Her external condition was by no means enviable. Little, however, as it presented to charm the eye of sense, a mind of spiritual discernment perceived in her humble cottage a Heavenly Guest, whose presence shed a divine splendour around, with which all the pomp of human greatness would vainly attempt to vie."

AGNES MORRIS.

1. ANOTHER narrative, respecting a dying woman, displays a faith so strong, a hope so full of immortality, as may lead the Christian reader to exclaim—Let my last hours be like those of this poor slave. Agnes Morris, a poor negro woman, sent a pressing request to Mrs. Thwaites, a lady resident in Antigua, to visit her:—she was in the last stage of a dropsy.
2. This poor creature ranked among the lowest class of slaves. Her all consisted of a little wattled* hut,

* Platted twigs.

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and a few clothes. Mrs. Thwaites finding her at the commencement of her illness in a very destitute condition, mentioned her case to a friend, who gave her a coat. When she paid her last visit, on her entering the door, Agnes exclaimed, "Missis! you come! This tongue can't tell what Jesus do for me! Me call my Saviour day and night; and he come." Laying her hand on her breast—"He comfort me here."
3. On being asked if she was sure of going to heaven when she died, she answered, "Yes, me sure. Me see de way clear, and shine before me"—looking and pointing upwards with a smiling face. "If da dis minute, Jesus will take me home, me ready." Some hymns being sung, she was in a rapture of joy; and in reference to the words of one of them, exclaimed, "For me—for me—poor sinner!'—Lifting up her swelled hands—"What a glory! what a glory!' Seeing her only daughter weeping, she said, "What you cry for? No cry—follow Jesus—He will take care of you." And turning to Mrs. Thwaites, she said, "Missis, show um de pa:" meaning path to heaven.
4. Many other expressions fell from her, of a similar nature, to the astonishment of those who heard her. It was understood, she continued praying and praising God to her latest breath.
5. This poor creature was destitute of all earthly comforts. Her bed was a board, with a few plantain leaves over it. How many of these outcasts will be translated from outward wretchedness to realms of glory, there to mingle with the blessed, and sing praises to Him who lives forever!

From the Genius of Universal Emancipation—1825.

[This illustration of the effects of slavery on the hearts of those who enforce its cruelties, is copied from "Letters from the South and West"—a publication of great merit.}

1. A rich planter's lady had long been in a consumption, and was now in the last stages of life; when, one

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