Jeannette Hulme Platt1855-08-23Cyrus PlattBrooklyn, NY40.6781784-73.9441579I did not write yesterday. Our beloved sister has been gradually failing since Sunday night; still lingers with us, though on the border of "the spirit land." She speaks of father, mother, James, and this morning of "a beautiful little girl," as if already in view of and communion with the "shining land beyond the flood." Yesterday, at noon, there was for a short time a perfect return of reason and mental vigor. She asked for her husband; and, when all had left the room but him and me, she asked, what was the matter with her? was she very sick? was she dying? At once she understood all, and, closing her eyes, she added, "Well, I am a poor, miserable, utterly worthless sinner; but I perfectly trust in a perfect Saviour. His blood, His righteousness,--on these I trust; and I am not afraid to enter the grave and gate of death. " ‰_I rest my soul on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God.‰_I know He will never leave me."Then, when alone with me, she again requested that I would be a sister to her husband, and see by every means that her dear children were trained up for the Lord; ever having kept before them the meeting of their mother in heaven. She thus was permitted to comfort us, and left for our help her dying testimony of the power and grace of that Saviour whom she has followed since her eleventh year.