helping the distressed is greater than that which I deny myself in. Indeed if I did not do so, I should know "the love of the Father was not in me."

But I cannot rest till I feel a greater measure of that love which brought my Saviour from heaven to earth, to take on him the iniquity of us all. O Jesus, let that mind be in me that was in thee! I ask it in thy name!

September 12. I am this day threescore. My dear husband would have been seventy. But he has had fourteen years in glory. Lord, prepare me for all prepared for me! O let me live my last days to thy glory as I have never done! Yesterday the Lord gave me that word, "When thou goest through the waters, they shall not overflow thee." I asked if I might pray for my dearest comfort to be spared. That text seemed an answer; "Be careful for nothing, but in every thing, by prayer and supplication, make your requests known unto God.” For some days her cough has been more strong, and more frequent. I feel the will of God my sure defence. If he please he can yet raise my dear friend; but if he have otherwise determined, It is the Lord. He cannot err: I will not choose.

October 7. We have had the comfort to hear of the happy death of Miss Styche. She told me the conviction she got while at Mrs. Micklewright's school abode with her for some time. But, said she, afterward when I got into the world, all you had said seemed wiped away. Then the Lord laid his hand on me by this illness. A blessed illness it has been to me, for it hath brought me to seek him. But now I fear he will never receive nor forgive me! When we told her of the great atonement and perfect righteousness of the Saviour, she seemed as if she would swallow every word. She then said, When

Mr. Walter visits me, I often feel comforted; but I cannot retain it; and I feel my heart full of sin. At this time she was torn with evil tempers, unable to live, and afraid to die. Suffering much, and having no comfort; so that nothing seemed to please or satisfy her. Yet she

struggled hard to obtain not only consolation, but the mind that was in Christ. One day as a few of us were at prayer with her, she received such a lift of faith as delivered her from all her bonds. From that hour all about her were amazed at the change. She was all the lamb, and the dove! The new creature shone clear indeed. When my Sally was saying, Shortly you will come to the blessed moment, when, "Ready wing'd for the flight," you shall see the chariot of Israel come for you, her eyes sparkled with delight, and she said, "I am so happy as I cannot express. Sometimes I have fiery darts, but I look to Jesus, and he turns them away. He is always with me." She continued thus to the last. A few hours before she died, she seemed to have much of the presence of God, repeating, with great delight, "Ready wing'd, ready wing'd!" She then begged her young sister to turn to God, saying, "You must cleave to those who have done me so much good. You see how I am, and I would not be otherwise; I would not live for a thousand worlds. I have such a prospect-so clear into eternity. Jesus hath saved me! He hath washed me from my sins in his own blood. He hath put on me the white robe, and I see my way clear. people that have been so blest to me." Soon after she said, 66 Molly, Molly, look! do not you see these sweet creatures ?" Her sister replied, No, I do not." To which Miss Styche said, "But I do, they are come for me." Molly asked, What are they like? She replied,

O cleave to the

They are glorified spirits! they are virgins-they are come for me! Yes, they are come for me!" And immediately,

"She clapt the glad wing, and tower'd away,
To mingle with the blaze of day!"

She died October the 4th, in her twenty-first year.
November 12. Many solemn thoughts, yet, such as
have led to God, have occupied my mind to-day. When
I look back eighteen years, it gives me pleasure to re-

collect, that my dear love and I agreed, that we would not limit our union by that word, "Till death us doth part," but that we would consider our covenant as eternal. Not that we meant to tie each other from a future marriage; but that our union of soul was never to be broken. Often when we have been speaking together of this, he would say, Well, Polly, then our spiritual, as well as our temporal mercies, are mutual." From this recollection, I was led to consider that text, "He hath made us mect to partake of the inheritance of the saints in light,” and felt a power to pray as I have often done, that I might be permitted to share in his joy, now inherited before the throne. At night, in the society, my faith was somewhat increased.

December 23. I am a woman of a sorrowful spirit. My dear child grows worse; well, I will cling to that rock, Thy will be done! This shall be my momentary employ the remainder of my life. Not one on earth to whom I can converse of the past trials through which she hath walked with me! Well, my Lord, thou knowest my solitary situation. The pains she suffers from that dreadful cough, and a complication of complaints, would constrain, I think, any besides herself to keep their bed. But while there is a grain of strength given to her, she will use it, both in the work of God, and in the care of our affairs. I will hang upon that word, "I will bring the blind by a way they know not. I will lead them in paths which they have not known. I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do for them, and not forsake them."

January 20, 1800. This morning as I was laying before the Lord the sufferings of my dear child, I thought, if the hairs of our head are numbered, then I am sure each time she has that cough, so hard, so violent, it is noticed by the Lord. I felt that it was; and asked, with submission, that it might be removed, or that he would graciously show that it was sent in love. After awhile,

these words were sweetly impressed on my mind, “The light affliction which is but for a moment shall work out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory." I felt that word, far more exceeding, so that I answered, Well, my blessed Lord, I will hold to my old word, God shall choose our inheritance for us. Give me, O Lord, to find my all in thee! Last night, in the society, those words were impressed on my mind, Seek first the kingdom of God, and all things else shall be added unto you.

March 17. Yesterday Mary Wyke entered glory, in the nineteenth year of her age. She is a remarkable answer to prayer. In the beginning of her illness she was very careless and hard; but after much suffering, she was brought to know herself, and to seek the Lord. He was pleased to manifest his love to her in some degree, but still she had a great hankering after life; and at times she was much troubled with unholy tempers, which she sorely lamented. A few months ago, her body being brought to the state of a Lazarus, she was considering whether there was any likelihood of recovery, when those words were powerfully applied to her heart, "Thou shalt die and not live." This, she told me, she knew to be the voice of God; and felt all her will for life immediately taken away. From that day a mighty change appeared upon her. She has had much of the presence

of the Lord, and been kept in a sweet calm loving state, ripening for glory-declaring she was willing to suffer as long as the Lord should please, for she knew her pains were working out a "farther weight of glory." Sometimes she was triumphantly happy; at other times, she could only lie and groan in agony; but even then she would say, if asked, "I am happy; I have no will." A fortnight before her death, she dreamed, her grandmother, who died here in the Lord a few years ago, came to her, and a person whom she did not know came with her. That person said, Mary, hold faith and patience a little longer, and you shall be with us." The

night before she died, she was very happy. Ten minutes before she departed, her mother said, Are you happy, my dear? She, with difficulty, answered, "Yes," -and soon ceased breathing.-Eternity is very near! O, for a swifter progress in our souls!

March 31. This has been a day of recollection, and of groaning after a fuller manifestation of the Lord's power. It is a time of trial. My dear child, what does she suffer! Yet how patient and passive in the hand of God! I seem left to suffer; yet I am wonderfully supported too. Well, comfort is not that which I most desire. I feel my strongest desire is, that the nature of God may be more powerfully stamped on my soul.

May 21. The Lord does not suffer my sorrowful attention to hinder his work. Last Sunday, I was at the Wood. Never, I think, did I feel more freedom. O my God! work for the glory of thy name on this people! I feel their souls very near to me. The Lord is with us in trouble, and my dear Sally is kept in a calm quiet. frame. Through all she suffers, she says, she has such a sense how safe she is in the hand of God, that His time, either for ease or death, is the best time. August 1. My dear friend is yet no better. Last night was a painful one. O that this trial may have its due effect on us both! I long for full conformity to all the will of God. I see every grace increases by use. I am called to exercise faith, and as faith gathers strength, I know every other grace will keep pace with it. I have had much temptation since I wrote last; but how can faith be in full exercise if we see all clearly?

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September 24. Lord, thine eyes are upon us! We see and feel thy help in the midst of our trials. I have little time to write, my dear child being now so very bad, but I am led to live on that word, Thy will be done." It is a day of clouds, and at times of thick darkness. All my help seems to be in clinging to the will of God. One sentence Miss Ritchie, (now Mrs. Mortimer) read in sister Johnson's letter from Bristol, was blest to