about it, she said, It was sweet to her to think of her being in
such circumstances. At another time, when her brother mentioned the
danger there seemed to be, that the illness she labored under might be
an occasion of her death, it filled her with joy that almost overcame
her. At another time, when she met a company following a corpse to the
grave, she said, it was sweet to her to think that they would in a
little time follow her in like manner.
Her illness, in the latter part of it, was seated much in her throat;
and an inward swelling filled up the pipe, so that she could swallow
nothing but what was perfectly liquid and but very little of that, with
great and long strugglings. That which she took in fled out at her
nostrils, till at last she could swallow nothing at all. She had a
raging appetite for food; so that she told her sister, when talking with
her about her circumstances, that the worst bit would be sweet to her;
but yet, when she saw that she could not swallow it, she seemed to be as
perfectly contented without it, as if she had no appetite. Others were
greatly moved to see what she underwent, and were filled with admiration
at her unexampled patienc