1777 October 14 (Tuesday). Hannah draws near her End — in the Morning is sensible of it — asks me to go to my study, and pray for her — or rather Stay and pray by her — which I did. I read to her part of Mr. Crawfords Zions Traveller, S.XXVI, Edit. 3. Edinb. p. 75.6.7.[1] To which she added her own Amen, as peculiarly Suiting her. And She Seems to have her understanding clear. As we sat down at Dinner in all probability an internal sore in her side broke, and there came forth at her mouth putrid Matter. She waxes weaker and weaker. She looks round upon us, but can’t utter any thing. She appears to have hope in her Death. Her breathing is feebler. She Sinks by Degrees without any Groan, Sign or Gasp, She ceases. It is 20 minutes past 2 p.m. We resign her to the Great almighty Author of her Being, and that gave her to us. Blessed be His Name, who has continued her so long to us, and has granted Such hopeful Tokens of the Grace of God to her! Cousen Maynard came and with our sister Brigham, watched here, and especially with little Alexander. My Neighbour Barnabas Newton setts out for Brookfield, and New Braintry; but in peculiar to call this Evening at my Son Alexanders to inform him, if he be there, of the dangerous condition his son lies in. Neighbour Nathan Maynard will go hastily to Ashburnham to inform Mr. Cushing.
[1]William Crawford, Zion’s Traveller : Or, the Soul’s Progress to Heaven; In the Several Steps Whereby It Ascends from Deep Distress and Misery, to the Height of Triumph and Glory.