about four o'clock in the evening of Tuesday
He says he held the paper for her , and she wrote a little , and rested ; and then she wrote a little mere and fell back speechless . He pat the piece of paper in a invellop and sealed it , and axed her if she wished it given to her daughter Beryl . She could n't talk then , but she looked at him and nodded her head . That was about four o'clock in the evening of Tuesday . She had a sort of spasm , and went to sleep . At two o'clock , she woke up in Heaven . He said he felt so sorry for you -- dear lamb !