During the summer of 1839, the physical strength of Ann Carr became greatly decreased, attended with symptoms which excited distress and alarm in our minds. The organs of digestion were gradually failing, and we could not conceal from ourselves the distressing fact that the vital powers were giving way.
(After a long painful illness – her final days) Being Sabbath morning, she awoke very early. Her first words were; “Glory begun below. I feel as if I wanted to leap out of bed, and bend my knees to bless and praise my God.” At another time she observed; “I have much to say, but have not strength. O if I had, I could make all around me echo, with praises to my Jesus. Oh! Hallelujah! sweet Hallelujah! O how wonderfully I am kept in this state of suffering; it is not because of my good natural constitution, or the skill of my very kind doctor, but it is the wisdom, love and power of God which keeps me here, that His glory may, in some way, be revealed. What we know not now, we shall know hereafter.
The following communication has been furnished by one of her most endeared friends who witnessed and soothed her last moments. “I beg to bear my humble testimony to this excellent and extraordinary woman. I have met in her class for twelve years, and can truly say that I was never acquainted with one more faithful, and yet more affectionate and tender, to the souls committed to her charge. As she approached the close of her valuable life an unusual unction of divine love and heavenly influence rested upon her which richly diffused itself on all around her.
“I was permitted to sit up with my dear leader during the last four nights of her life and was present when she breathed her last. It was Heaven to be in the room. Never before have I witnessed such a death; neither my pen nor my tongue can describe the rapture and triumph of the scene. ,
“On the following night she said, ‘Oh! my Father, why am I kept in this scene of suffering. Is there anything or any creature which I love in comparison with thee? But why should I wish a will of my own? Oh! no, not my will, but thine be done. Take me not one moment before thou pleasest.’ In a little time after another attack of extreme pain, she wished us to sing.
Life was rapidly ebbing. That eye which had ever beamed with intelligence and love was closing in darkness. That tongue, to whose accents of friendship and pious zeal we had delighted to listen, was soon to be silent in death. She made one last effort to articulate—‘ GLORY BE TO GOD, HALLELUJAH !’ We offered, with indescribable feeling, fervent prayers for her and we could see her dear dying lips breathe the hearty “Amen.” Soon after this she fell into a profound sleep, a sleep from which she never again awoke in this vale of tears, this region of woe. Her spirit gently passed away to behold the face of Him whom she had so ardently loved.”
Ann Carr died in Chapel House, Regent Street. I do not know where that was.