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her, as the effort to hear seemed to distress her greatly, owing to her weak condition. But her mind was stored with precious things from good books which she read constantly, but most of all from the word of God, which was her daily study. Her mind remained perfectly clear up to the day before her death, when I think she became unconcious. Up the that time when we would take her hand in ours she would gently press our hands and give it a little shake, thus testifying that she knew us, though unable to speak. It was very hard to witness her sufferings, and feel so powerless to help, or give the least releif. I felt as though I could see her die | her, as the effort to hear seemed to distress her greatly, owing to her weak condition. But her mind was stored with precious things from good books which she read constantly, but most of all from the word of God, which was her daily study. Her mind remained perfectly clear up to the day before her death, when I think she became unconcious. Up the that time when we would take her hand in ours she would gently press our hands and give it a little shake, thus testifying that she knew us, though unable to speak. It was very hard to witness her sufferings, and feel so powerless to help, or give the least releif. I felt as though I could see her die, for then she would be at rest, but to see her suffer so, was more than I could | ||
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her, as the effort to hear seemed to distress her greatly, owing to her weak condition. But her mind was stored with precious things from good books which she read constantly, but most of all from the word of God, which was her daily study. Her mind remained perfectly clear up to the day before her death, when I think she became unconcious. Up the that time when we would take her hand in ours she would gently press our hands and give it a little shake, thus testifying that she knew us, though unable to speak. It was very hard to witness her sufferings, and feel so powerless to help, or give the least releif. I felt as though I could see her die, for then she would be at rest, but to see her suffer so, was more than I could