munion. I want to remember Him. Mother, may I go?’ The mother consented. Kate’s testimony was remarkably clear. It was simply love to Christ and a desire to serve Him. The Blessed Spirit had spoken to her heart. Some time afterwards the dear child was reading to her mother a portion of the Gospels. She looked tenderly in her mother’s face, and said, ‘Mother, do you love the dear Saviour?’ The mother shook her head. ‘O mother, if you knew how happy I am since I loved Him, you would love Him too,’ The mother rose and entered a little closet and shut the door. Her groans pierced the poor child’s heart. She rose and tapped at the door, and asked, ‘May I come in?’ ‘Yes.’ She went and wept and talked with her, and then prayed fervently that her mother might be made a new creature. The prayer was answered. The mother sat with Kate at the communion table, and it was a happy home, and there was joy in heaven. Kate was again taken sick. Three little nieces of mine visited her regularly. They took various delicacies to her, but they did more. They could sing sweetly, and they sang ‘Jesus loves me, this I know,’ and ‘Jesus paid it all, all the debt I owe.’ ‘Ah!’ said the poor child, ‘that is my hymn. I owed a heavy debt and had nothing to pay it with. How good He is!’ In my visits to Kate, I never heard a murmur or a doubt. Nothing but faith and hope and joy. I often blessed God for such a testimony. Had I no other fruit of my forty years’ labor in the Sabbath school, this alone was worth it all. One evening Kate said to her mother, ‘I am going home soon to be with Jesus. What will you do when I am gone?’ ‘I shall stay here where I shall have the Sabbath to myself. It is a precious place, Kate, where you and I have found Jesus.’ ‘That is just what I
