Token for Children, and any other good books that his neighbours lent him: but those books that were most striking about Jesus, heaven, and glory, pleased him best. These things

would touch his tender heart: for while he read, the tears would often drop from his eyes.

Even when he had not his books before him he would not be idle, as many children are, but would employ his time in something that was useful and innocent: while, therefore, his hands were employed in making laces, and other such little engagements, his heart would be meditating, and his lips would be talking of the good things that he had read.

As he got nearer his end, he was more comfortable and composed, though his fears. did not vanish altogether. Once he said, "I am not so much afraid of dying, and how it will be with me after death; but still I have hopes that I shall go to the dear Jesus, though it is not always so, it is but sometimes; but O, I hope I may!"

Then he would speak a little more comfortably. Once, when his pains were very sharp,

though with much submission, he cried, "O, when shall I go to my dear Jesus! I long to be with him." His parents would then tell him to wait with patience a little longer, and he would be taken to the bosom of the blessed Saviour. Then he seemed to be resigned, and with a holy calmness on his countenance, said, "Yes; but how glad should I be if the time were come. O, when will it once be! How glad should I be to go to my dear Jesus!"

At other times, like the dark clouds that pass through a clear sky, his fears would somewhat return.

Two of his relations called on him, and asked him if he had any hopes of heaven, and if Christ was precious to him. He answered, "that at times he was afraid he should be lost; but still hoped the Lord would pardon his sins, and reveal his love to him before his death;" but still added, "that he would rather be in his afflicted state, than be going on sinning against the Lord as he once did."

Sometimes, while he lay on his little couch, and was somewhat easy, he would sing most

melodiously; his voice was very delightful to all that heard it, and hymns about Christ and him crucified were his chief delight.

And now being but a few days from his departure, he was filled with a wonderful spirit of seriousness and love.

Though he was always diffident, and afraid to speak much to any but his parents and relations, yet the Sunday evening before his death, being lifted up on his little couch, his tongue was set at a gracious liberty, to the astonishment of all who heard him. No minister could urge more closely the good word of God upon the consciences of his hearers than he did, in what he spoke to them that were around him.

"I shall not," says he, "now be long with you, and I would pray you all to take warning by me. I was a very stubborn and a very naughty boy, and going on very badly and very wickedly, till the Lord brought me on a sick bed; and I have thought upon it many times, that I had rather be afflicted as I now am, than go on in sin against a dear Jesus.

I am now suffering a great deal, but what is this to the sufferings in hell for ever. Sometimes I find Jesus sweet to me, and then I am better able to bear my pain. O, how sweet is Jesus! I beg you all to go to Jesus. I intreat you to mind what I say, and read your Bibles, and do not put off going to the dear Jesus till you lie on a sick bed."

Then again he exhorted his sisters to beware of the pride of their dress, requesting them to turn to the blessed Lord.

Again he repeated his exhortation to his brothers, till one of them said, "What harm have I done you Jackey?" To which the lovely child answers, "No, my dear brother, you have done no harm to me, but it is to yourself that you have done the harm, by sinning against the Lord."

Thus, with tears running down his cheeks, he wept out his arguments; while his parents and relations, as much affected as himself, stood weeping around their dying child; until, at last, his father requested him to refrain, and committed him by prayer to his dear Jesus.

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He afterwards appeared in a composed state, had some rest; on the Monday was very calm and serene, but very weak; at different times said many good things of his longing to be with Jesus Christ.

On the Sunday, all thought him very near death; he said he was weak, and in great pain. His parents directed him to Jesus Christ, since none besides Christ could do him good, and that he would very soon take him to glory. He answered, "Yes, father:" paused awhile, then reached out his arm, took his father round the neck, and kissed him: then called for all the family one by one, clasped them in his arms and kissed them; and gave them all a second exhortation, as he had done the Sunday before. All were melted into tears a second time, at his astonishing tenderness and concern for the salvation of their souls.

His father then prayed with him. O! how blessed to have parents who love to commend their children to God in prayer.

He then appeared fainting away, as though he would immediately die. His father, willing