[…] The Lord has been pleased to honor us with several glorious deaths of late. The most striking of which I have had on my mind to send you an account of […] was Miss Copper of whom I suppose you may have heard often.

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In sickness as well as health she lived in the will of God. She abode in faith and dwelt in love. A few days before her last illness she said to one of my band, "I have always, from a child, had a fear that at the hour of death I should have great conflicts and not be able to endure. But this day God has assured me I shall finish my course with joy." 

Soon after that she was constrained to sing. 

"When pain on my weak flesh prevails 

with Lamb-like patience arm my breast." 

And when she sent for Miss March, she wrote in her note, "I suffer the will of Jesus, all he sends is sweetened by his love. I am happy as if I heard a voice say, 

"For me my elder brethren stay, 

and angels beckon me away, 

and Jesus bid me come."

When one told her, "You will not be frightened, my dear, but it is the small pox." I answered, "I can't be frightened at the will of God." Sometime after she said, "I shall die a lump of deformity, but I shall meet you all glorious. I shall still have fellowship with your spirit." 

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