Very impressive were her short petitions to the Father of mercies,
for his support and deliverance, accompanied as they constantly were with
the addition, "if consistent with thy will." She remarked, "I am in the
hands of an unerring Creator, He _cannot_ err. We must not look to
ourselves, but to our Saviour, who loved us and gave himself for us--even
for _me_, the most unworthy of his creatures. He healeth all my
diseases, and I have many, but my mercies outweigh them all." Love and
interest for her friends seemed often to dwell in her heart beyond the
power of expression. Speaking of those who were members of the meeting
to which she belonged, she sent messages to each, and made appropriate
remarks respecting them individually, dwelling with especial comfort on
the remembrance of those among them who were bearing the burden of the
day, and labouring to promote their great Master's cause. She afterwards
said, whilst tears of tenderness flowed, "Oh! how many comfortable
meetings I have had in that little meeting-house, how have I loved to go
and sit there! It was not a little illness that kept me away: and how
has it rejoiced my heart to see individuals come in, who have been as the
anointed and sent!" On being told one morning that Friends were going to
meeting, she said, "May they know the Sun of righteousness to arise as
with healing in his wings;" emphatically adding, "I think they will.
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