until the powers of life were exhausted, and she slept in Jesus, about eight o'clock in the morning."

Thus died, in the bloom of life, the amiable and pious Julia. She had been eleven months married; and, as near as I can ascertain, about eight months a professing Christian. Her race

was short, and her end triumphant.

O glorious hope of immortality! O transporting thought! Julia yet lives, and lives for ever. Surely if there is any one word that carries peculiar sweetness in its sound, it is this word immortality.

It is this that dries the tear that falls upon the urn of those we love.

It is this that reconciles the soul to "all the sad variety of woe" that makes up the variegated picture of human life; and it is this that will, at last, gild the horrors of the grave, and shed a glorious light on the dark valley of the shadow of death.

The present season forcibly reminds the serious observer of the resurrection to "life and immortality." But a few months since, the plains were dreary and desolate, the forests were stripped of their verdant honours, the streams were congealed, and even the broad surface of the lake, far as the eye could ex

tend, was covered with a smooth and solid pavement, that resisted the heaviest pressure.

Now all nature is re-animated, and glows with bloom and beauty. The fields are clothed with verdure, the thick shades of the forest exclude the beams of noon, every landscape is gay, and every gale breathes fragrance. The streams glide along in their accustomed course; and the smooth surface of the lake, like a broad mirror, reflects the beauties that adorn its banks.

And is not this resuscitation of nature an emblem of the change that we also have to undergo, when this mortal shall put on immortality, and enter into a state where our future happiness or misery will wholly depend on the use now made of the talents with which we are entrusted?

Although my letter has already exceeded the usual limits of even my long epistles, I cannot close without enforcing the exhortation, "Be ye also ready."

If youth, if talents, if an amiable disposition, could have ensured long life to their possessor, Julia would not have been taken from the bosom of an affectionate family, and the arms of an idolizing companion.

She still would have blessed her connexions

with her kind attention and pious prayers. But the ways of Providence are inscrutable; and it becomes us to submit and adore.

Dear Miss B., is it not a triumphant thought that we shall live for ever? live, I trust, in endless happiness? Yes, my young friend, my soul exults in the prospect of immortal blessedness. The animating assurance I this moment feel, that I shall exist for ever, that I shall see Jesus in glory, that, having suffered his righteous will on earth, I shall sing his praises in heaven, is an ample equivalent, a rich reward, for all I have suffered or can suffer, should my sorrows multiply, in a tenfold ratio till "threescore years and ten."

Heaven is a prize worth life's purchase. Let us then be engaged in its pursuit. "Let us not sleep, as do others, but watch and be sober."

We must meet, my dear girl, before the awful tribunal of Jehovah. There I must give an account, how I have discharged the duties incumbent on me, in the important station I have filled. You too, with all my pupils, are responsible for the manner in which you have received my imperfect admonitions.

If, when endeavouring to assist you in the acquisition of literary knowledge, I have ever

failed in faithfulness to your soul, I pray God and you to forgive me.

If you have been in any measure profited by the Letters to Julia, I thank God, that I have been in any degree useful to my fellowbeings; and I do fervently pray, that not only you, but all who may honour this little work with their notice, may not only imitate that young lady in diligent attention to mental as well as personal accomplishments; but like her embrace the religion of Jesus with fervour, live under its divine influence, and, when called to make the grand experiment of future life, be enabled to rejoice in a full salvation from sin, and glorious hope of immortal blessedness.

Your undeviating friend,

Canandaigua, June, 1818.

CAROLINE.

R. Needham, Printer, 1, Belle-Sauvage-Yard, Ludgate-Hill.

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