A fif­teen-year-old girl, of good fam­i­ly, was pre­sent at one of our meet­ings in the Free Col­lege Church in Glas­gow [Scot­land], in 1874, and at the close of the meet­ing re­mained among the in­quir­ers at the Col­lege Hall. Here she was spok­en to by a la­dy, and was led to Christ. Go­ing home, she told her mo­ther that she was now hap­py in the Lord. That ve­ry night she was tak­en sick, symp­toms of scar­let fe­ver ap­pear­ing. Pray­er was of­fered for her at the dai­ly pray­er-meet­ings. Per­haps most of her friends thought that the Lord would an­swer their sup­pli­ca­tions by re­stor­ing her to health; but he had a pur­pose of ano­ther kind. He meant to take her away to him­self, and to teach others by her re­mov­al. When it was ev­i­dent that she was dy­ing, she told her fa­ther that she was go­ing home to Christ. Near the end, he tried to sing with her “In the Christ­ian’s home in glory.” She caught up the words, “There my Sav­iour’s gone be­fore me, To ful­fill my soul’s re­quest” and faith­ful­ly re­peat­ed them. Her voice died away; those were the last words she was heard to ut­ter. Be­fore this she had sent a mes­sage of thanks to Mr. Moo­dy and my­self, and to the la­dy who had led her to Christ.

“Ah,” said Mr. Moo­dy, in tell­ing of this, “would not any one have re­gret­ted miss­ing the op­por­tun­i­ty of help­ing this soul, who has sent back her thanks from the very por­tals of glo­ry?”