and who has revealed Himself as the hearer and answerer of prayer.
Thus passed what, to her surprise, as to that of her many friends, was permitted to be a long life. Many bereavements—that of her beloved brother, Rev. Henry Venn Elliott, and others—came to test, but never to shake her faith. Many furnace fires of suffering refined the pure ore of Christian principle from the dross of earthliness. Many changes to distant lands and to various parts of her own country were dutifully tried, in search of what was never long possessed—alleviation of bodily suffering; yet, amid all, her soul enjoyed a sweet serenity, and she was permitted to reach the ripe age of eighty-two years. On the 22nd of September, 1871, she said, in reply to one who quoted the words, "Let not your heart be troubled," a sweet smile beaming on her brow: "But my heart is not troubled"; and then she added, "My mind is full of the Bible." On the evening of that day, at ten o'clock, she sank to sleep so sweetly that those around could not tell the minute when the earthly repose ended and the heavenly rest was won.
"So He giveth His beloved sleep."
