The Annals of the Poor | Page 2

drawing near
when all shall know and fear the Lord, and when a nation shall be born
in a day.
"What a happy time when Christ's kingdom shall come! Then shall 'his
will be done on earth as it is in heaven.' Men shall be daily fed with the
manna of his love, and delight themselves with the Lord all the day
long. Then what a paradise below they will enjoy! How it animates and
enlivens my soul with vigour to pursue the ways of God, that I may
even now bear some humble part in giving glory to God and the Lamb!
"Sir, I began to write this on Sunday, being detained from attending on
public worship. My dear and only sister, living as a servant with Mrs.
---, was so ill, that I came here to attend in her place and on her. But
now she is no more.
"I was going to entreat you to write to her in answer to this, she being
convinced of the evil of her past life, and that she had not walked in the
ways of God, nor sought to please him. But she earnestly desired to do
so. This makes me have a comfortable hope that she is gone to glory,
and that she is now joining in sweet concert with the angelic host in
heaven to sing the wonders of redeeming love. I hope I may now write,
'Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.'
"She expressed a desire to receive the Lord's Supper, and
commemorate his precious death and sufferings. I told her as well as I
was able what it was to receive Christ into her heart; but as her
weakness of body increased, she did not mention it again. She seemed
quite resigned before she died. I do hope she is gone from a world of
death and sin to be with God for ever.
"Sir, I hope you will not be offended with me, a poor ignorant person,
to take such a liberty as to write to you. But I trust, as you are called to
instruct sinners in the ways of God, you will bear with me, and be so

kind to answer this ill-wrote letter, and give me some instruction. It is
my heart's desire to have the mind that was in Christ, that when I awake
up in his likeness then I may be satisfied.
"My sister expressed a wish that you might bury her. The minister of
our parish, whither she will be carried, cannot come. She will lie at ---.
She died on Tuesday morning, and will be buried on Friday or Saturday
(whichever is most convenient to you), at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Please to send an answer by the bearer, to let me know whether you can
comply with this request
"From your unworthy servant, "ELIZABETH W---."
I was much struck with the simple and earnest strain of devotion which
this letter breathed. It was but indifferently written and spelt. But this
the rather tended to endear the hitherto unknown writer, as it seemed
characteristic of the union of humbleness of station with eminence of
piety. I felt quite thankful that I was favoured with a correspondent of
this description; the more so, as such characters were at that time very
rare in the neighbourhood. I have often wished that epistolary
intercourse of this kind were more encouraged and practised among us.
I have the greatest reason to speak well of its effects both on myself
and others. Communication by letter as well as by conversation with
the pious poor has often been the instrument of animating and reviving
my own heart in the midst of duty, and of giving me the most profitable
information for the general conduct of the ministerial office.
As soon as the letter was read I inquired who was the bearer of it.
"He is waiting at the outside of the gate, sir," was the reply.
I went out to speak him, and saw a venerable old man, whose long
hoary hair and deeply wrinkled countenance commanded more than
common respect. He was resting his arm upon the gate, and tears were
streaming down his cheeks. On my approach he made a low bow, and
said,--
"Sir, I have brought you a letter from my daughter, but I fear you will

think us very bold in asking you to take so much trouble."
"By no means," I replied; "I shall be truly glad to oblige you and any of
your family in this matter, provided it be quite agreeable to the minister
of your parish."
"Sir, he told me yesterday that he should be very glad if I could procure
some gentleman to come and bury my poor child for him, as