"Thanks to thee for endeavouring to console me on the death of
my dearest daughter. I loved her not only for that she was my
flesh, but for her most placid and gentle spirit, ever so
dutiful to me. But now I rejoice that she is gone to live with
her heavenly Father, and is fallen into sweetest sleep until
that day. For the times are and will be worse and worse; and in
my heart I pray that to thee, and to all dear to me, may be
given such an hour of departure, and with such placid quiet,
truly to fall asleep in the Lord. '_The just are gathered, and
rest in their beds._' 'For verily the world is as a horrible
Sodom.'"