May all my ransom'd powers agree
To bless the sacred name,
The glorious undivided Three,

The co-eternal Lamb.

"The power who rules o'er earth and sky,
The great Eternal Word,

Assumed our flesh, came down to die,
To bring our souls to God.

"Ho, every one of human race,
Believe the record true;

Come and accept the proferr'd grace,
For Jesus died for you.

"He shed his precious blood for all ;
Not one is left behind;

Come and obey the heavenly call,
And full salvation find.

"Be saved from hell and deathless woe,
From every sin set free;
Be saved to witness here below
That Jesus died for thee.

"Be saved to reign with Him above,

And see the Saviour's face;

Be justified by Jesu's love;

Be freely saved by grace."

It is not my design, my young friend, to recommend the peculiar sentiments of any particular denomination to your acceptance. I am chiefly desirous that you should be a partaker

of divine grace. But I have been thus particular in exposing what I conceive to be the errors of Calvinism, because I believe their tendency to be pernicious, especially to sceptical minds; although I recognise many who have embraced these sentiments, whom I expect to meet on the happy shores of immortal blessedness. The Apostle exhorts," Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind ;" and I am convinced that a Christian, who possesses the catholic spirit of Jesus Christ, will never withhold the hand of Gospel fellowship on account of difference of opinion. I am persuaded, a perfect conviction of the doctrine of a free salvation will tend to enlarge your conceptions of God, and render you more happy than the contrary system can possibly make you.

On this subject, I recommend to your perusal the works of the Rev. John Fletcher, not only because this great man was one of the principal luminaries of Methodism, but because they contain important truths, written in a neat argumentative style, that cannot fail to please. He has gone to receive the eternal reward of his labours in the cause of God; and that you and I may be prepared to meet him in the realms of celestial beatitude, may the Spirit of unerring wisdom lead us in the path of truth

and righteousness, enable us to live in the fear of God, die in his favour, and at last reign with him eternally, for Christ's sake. So prays your affectionate

CAROLINE.

LETTER V.

"KNOW that Religion's sacred treasures lie,
Inviting, plain, open to every eye;

For every age, every station,

Nor limited to science, or to wit."

MISS MORE.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

Ir is natural for inexperienced minds to form very limited conceptions of the pleasures of religion. In the gay morning of youth, the vanities of time and sense present themselves in an alluring garb, and we are apt to disregard the dignity of human nature, and the great end of our existence. As soon as we are capable of consideration, a thirst for happiness springs up in the soul, which can only

be satisfied by quaffing celestial draughts from the well of everlasting life.

Are you, my young friend, in the full pursuit of happiness? Listen then to a friend who loves you, who has herself traversed many a devious path in pursuit of the fair fugitive. When youth solicits, and pleasure waves her enchanting wand, dear girl, beware. The vanities of youth are like so many syrens, that allure you by the fascination of their voices merely to plunge you in the vortex of despair. The pleasures of dissipation are like an enchanted island, that displays its delightful landscapes to your view; and the more you endeavour to gain the fairy shore, the farther it recedes from your approach, until it draws you into a whirlpool more fatal than the fabled Charybdis. Well indeed saith the inspired penman, "She that liveth in pleasure, is dead while she liveth." Tell me, my friend, are you not a witness of the verity of this scripture? Did you ever experience any real, permanent felicity in the pursuit of what the world calls pleasure? No doubt she has promised you many an hour of delight; but are not all enjoyments tinctured with a disquietude, the very reverse of happiness?

I can well recollect, when my infatuated

mind was immersed in fashionable amusements, how often it was the prey of cankering disappointment. When I had, perhaps, devoted every leisure moment for a week in preparation for a splendid ball, how the providential interference of a storm has disappointed all my hopes of happiness; and I have been obliged to remain at home, brooding with melancholy discontent on the uncertainty of human events. Or, if nothing interposed between me and the destined scene of enjoyment, some adverse circumstance would ever occur to make my reflections unpleasant. From such scenes I always returned dissatisfied; and thus it is with every enjoyment which is not founded on conscious approbation.

Some indeed there are, who place their happiness in the attainment of wealth; but a reflecting mind will easily perceive their error. Such is the instability of human events, that he who trusts in riches is emphatically termed unwise. Unavoidable losses may reduce the affluent to a level with the despised poor; and even were it possible to attain to that situation in life that one might bid defiance to adversity, yet with the multitude of riches the multitude of cares are increased; and the time is approaching, when death, the grand leveller, will