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LETTER FROM HENRY H. GARNET.
STIRLING, GRANGE HILL, Jamaica,
December 20th, 1855.
"I know you will be grieved and surprised to be informed of the death of poor dear Stella [Weims.] She left us for a better world on the 12th day of December, at four o'clock in the afternoon. Her complaint was bilious fever, which she endured with great patience for seventeen days, when congestion of the brain took place, and she fell asleep, aged twenty-four years and six days. From the beginning of her illness she believed she would not recover, and began to make ready for the returnless journey, and committed herself to the blessed Redeemer. When I told her that her race was nearly run, she paused for a moment and then said, "There is only one thing I wish for in this world—I want to see my mother." She paused again, and then continued, "I do not wish to live, I want to go home. In my Father's house there are many, many mansions. This world is shallow—there's nothing in it." She was visited by four of our ministers, and conversed with them calmly and with great faithfulness. Her remains were followed to the grave by a large number of weeping friends, and they planted flowers around her lowly bed. She was a child of sorrow, but she will suffer no more. The cruelty and inhumanity of slavery exiled her from her native land and doomed her to die far away in a land of strangers, but she is free now; and God has wiped all tears from her eyes. She is the happiest and the freest of all the Weims family, and in the heavenly world there are no slave-hunters—no mourning captives—no dear, dis-severed ties of nature, and no necessity for making appeals for the purchase of God's children. Although John Weims and his wife must be deeply affected to hear of the death of their beloved daughter, still they must rejoice when they reflect that she is beyond the reach of tyrants. May God bless those kind friends in Britain who so nobly contributed towards emancipating that poor slave "mother," for whose sake her dying daughter only wished to live."
HENRY H. GARNET.