I knew the subject of this notice 37 years ago. I was then at Haver-hill, Suffolk. I saw her at chapel as constantly as the doors were opened, in winter's cold or summer's sunshine. She was then in her 14th year. She was thinly clad, and her shoes hardly kept her feet from the ground. She had a small handkerchief on her shoulders, and wore a thin cotton frock that could never keep her warm, yet nicely clean and tidy. I often made the remark, "That girl, I believe, is one of God's thirsty ones. Surely God has opened her heart as he did Lydia's. I could not get to speak to her at that time. I saw she was an attentive hearer, and sometimes…