"And now, sir, she is gone; and I hope and think her sister's prayers for
her conversion to God have been answered. The Lord grant the same for
her poor father and mother's sake likewise!"
This conversation was a very pleasing commentary upon the letter which I
had received, and made me anxious both to comply with the request, and to
become acquainted with the writer. I promised the good Dairyman to
attend on the Friday at the appointed hour; and after some more
conversation respecting his own state of mind under the present trial, he
went away.
He was a reverend old man; his furrowed cheeks, white locks, weeping
eyes, bent shoulders, and feeble gait, were characteristic of the aged
pilgrim. As he slowly walked onwards, supported by a stick which seemed
to have been the companion of many a long year, a train of reflections
occurred, which I retrace with pleasure and emotion.
At the appointed hour I arrived at the church, and after a little while
was summoned to the churchyard gate to meet the funeral procession. The
aged parents, the elder brother, and the sister, with other relatives,
formed an affecting group. I was struck with the humble, pious, and
pleasing countenance of the young woman from whom I had received the
letter.
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