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died as a person that went to sleep, without any struggling,
about noon, on Friday, June 27, 1735.

She had long been infirm, and often had been exercised with great pain;
but she died chiefly of famine. It was, doubtless, partly owing to her
bodily weakness, that her nature was so often overcome, and ready to
sink with gracious affection; but yet the truth was, that she had more
grace, and greater discoveries of God and Christ, than the present frail
state did well consist with. She wanted to be where strong grace might
have more liberty, and be without the clog of a weak body; there she
longed to be, and there she doubtless now is. She was looked upon
amongst us, as a very eminent instance of Christian experience; but this
is but a very broken and imperfect account I have given of her: her
eminency would much more appear, if her experiences were fully related,
as she was wont to express and manifest them, while living. I once read
this account to some of her pious neighbors, who were acquainted with
her, who said, to this purpose, that the picture fell much short of the
life; and particularly that it much failed of duly representing her
humility, and that admirable lowliness of heart, that all times appeared
in her. But there are, blessed be God! many living instances, of much
the like nature, and in some things no less extraordinary.

But I now proceed to the other instance, that of the little child before
mentioned. Her name is Phebe Bartlet, [She was living in March, 1789,
and maintained the character of a true convert.] daughter of William
Bartlet. I shall give the account as I took it from the mouth of her
parents, whose veracity none who know them doubt of.

She was born in March, 1731. About the latter end of April, or beginning
of May, 1735, she was greatly affected by the talk of her brother, who
had been hopefully converted a little before, at