"Saturday, about noon, he appeared, if anything, to rally a little; and when he opened his eyes upon us and saw us standing near him, he began to address us again in the same calm and deliberate manner as before. 'Infinite wisdom has devised the whole with infinite love; and infinite power enables me to rest upon that power; and all is infinitely good and glorious!' I observed, 'How gracious it is that you should have so little suffering.' 'Whether I have a little more or a little less, it matters not one farthing. All is right and well, and just as it should be. I am in a dear Father's hands-- all is serene. When I look at Him (here he spoke with peculiar solemnity) I see nothing but faithfulness, and immortality, and truth; and I have not a doubt or a fear, but the sweetest peace. But if I look another way to the poor creature, oh, there is nothing-- nothing-- nothing-- (pausing) but what is abhorred and mourned over. Yes; I say that -- and it is true.' "