My dear sister, Delina Loper, now sleeps in Jesus. She died Dec. 23d, 1854. In her last moments she was triumphant, and among her last words she whispered, "Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus." Although her company was dear to us here, I cannot wish her back. She is done with sorrow, done with suffering; and when I contemplate the awful scene just before us, I feel that she is taken away from the evil to come. Although she suffered much, she was patient; her trust and confidence was in God. She has left a companion and three children to mourn the loss of a kind affectionate wife and mother; but he who tempers the wind to the shorn lambs, hears also the orphan's prayer.
For months before her death she felt a great anxiety and concern for her children; but as she drew nearer the grave she became more resigned, and on being asked what would be done with her children, she calmly replied, I leave them in the hands of God.
Though she is now laid in the cold and silent tomb if we are faithful a little longer, we shall soon see her, clothed in glorious immortality, and with her, and all the redeemed, enter that glorious rest prepared for the finally faithful.