spent in uniform, and ardent, and entire devotedness to God, methinks it would shed a ray of lustre on my last hours, and illumine my departing moments, while Christ and his righteousness should be all my dependence.

Dec. 1. Sabbath morn. Imagination tells me you are devoutly worshipping the most High in his earthly courts. May you be favoured with his presence and blessing, and find proper food for your immortal soul; that you may say as I have often said, "it is good to be there." By a peculiar trial I am now deprived of this inestimable privilege. Yet, cheering consideration! though God loveth the gates of Zion, he does not forsake the dwellings of Jacob. To the humble and contrite soul he is ready to communicate his grace, and manifest his glory. "God in himself is bliss enough, take what he will away." In him are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, and he is the fountain of all excellence and glory. The Christian's conversation is in heaven. He holds "communion, sweet communion, large and "high," with the glorious Jehovah, the maker of heaven and earth. And by his amiable and useful deportment, others take knowledge of him, that he has been with Jesus, and learned of Him.

Redemption! how great, how glorious the theme. Jesus, the beloved Son of the Most High, who thought it not robbery to be equal with God, became incarnate, suffer ed reproaches and indignities, and eventually died the agonizing and ignominious death of the cross for rebel sinners, for worthless worms of the dust. The combined exertions of angels and men could not have effected the recovery of one lost soul. Sin was committed against an infinitely holy God, and required an infinite expiation. Prince Immanuel was our substitute, and he only was adequate to

the arduous, the amazing undertaking. He is exalted to the throne of his Father, and makes continual intercession for his humble followers. He invites us in the most alluring manner, in the most soothing accents, to participate in the blessings he has bought with his own most precious blood. "Come unto me, all ye that labour, and are heavy laden; and I will give you rest. Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out." O may our hearts overflow with gratitude to this great Physician and Recoverer of lapsed souls! Let us endeavour to transcribe in our hearts and lives the lineaments of his immaculate character; for he has left us an example that we should follow his steps: And the nearer we approximate to him, we enjoy a more refined and solid happiness, and are capable of doing more good.

I have recently read Buchanan's "Researches in Asia," a very instructive work. Speaking of the ancient Syrian Christians, who had only manuscript Bibles, he asked a priest if he should like to have some printed copies. "They will be worth more than their weight in silver," replied the venerable priest; and then inquired if it would be practicable to obtain one for each church. Do we, my friend, realize the immense value of our Bibles?

Since I saw you, I have also read Scott's Force of Truth, a very interesting and judicious work; calculated, I think, to be extensively useful. It is said of Henry Kirke White, a considerable poet, that when imbibing latitudinarian principles, a pious minister sent him this book, which had the desired effect. He immediately renounced his infidel scheme, and ever after was an advocate for the fundamental doctrines of the gospel.

Your candour will excuse trivial faults; but should you perceive material errors, act like a friend, and make them

known to me.

As soon as you find a vacant hour, devote

FANNY WOODBURY.

it to your ever affectionate friend,

JOURNAL, 1812.

March 20. This world is replete with changes, misfor tunes, separations, sins, and troubles. Some are dying, going the way of all the earth; others are introduced into this mutable state, to fill up the vacancies. Some are pining on beds of sickness; others surfeited with exuberant health. Some are soaring to honours and emo◄ luments; others verging to the deepest obscurity; some possessed of princely power, and affluent fortunes; others enslaved to cruel tyrants, groaning under poverty and ignominious chains. Some are glorying in the most consummate wickedness, without one relenting sigh, or one foreboding fear; others there are, groaning under the burden of their guilt and bondage, ready to despair of mercy; and others exulting in the superlative love of Jesus, and as it were transported to the third heavens.

Alas! some have parted with friends, near and dear as life itself! Yes, in this world I must never more behold one whom I delight to call my friend, my sister. Harriet is now probably sailing the boisterous Atlantic, in quest of the benighted shores of India, there to instruct poor Indians, and shew to them Jesus, whose blood cleanseth from all sin; which the waters of the Ganges cannot wash away. O my friend, dear art thou to my fond heart, which almost bleeds at parting. May Jesus fit us to meet in his kingdom above, where the falling tear shall be wiped away, and our souls shall praise his name for evermore.

April 25. Last Thursday I heard Mr B. E. preach our preparatory lecture from these words, "Whosoever shall eat this bread, and drink this cup unworthily, shall be guilty of the body and blood of the Lord." It was a most searching sermon, and I think made as deep impression on my mind as any I ever heard. I do hope it will not be as water spilt on the ground, but like the seed that fell on good soil, may it spring up, and bear abundant fruit, to the glory of sovereign grace. O that I, and every professor, who heard that solemn discourse, may faithfully and diligently examine ourselves by it, and see if we are not weighed in the balance, and found wanting. O merciful Father, be with us all on the ensuing Sabbath, meet with us in our closets, radiant glory to our view, and enable us to thee like Jacob, and like Israel to prevail. to thy table, feed our hungry souls with good things, and fill them with humble repentance, and admiring joy and gratitude. May our.lamps be replenished with oil, our graces enlivened and confirmed, and our whole souls ravished with the beauties of our Redeemer. our minister with renewed unction of divine grace.

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April 28. Yesterday I passed the afternoon very agreeably with N. W... I was very free in conversation, and communicated some things which, I believe, had better been kept secret. I have full and increasing evidence that my tongue is an unruly evil, replete with deadly poison; hard, very hard to govern. O that I may be enabled to set a double guard, to watch of my lips. O the rich compassion of Jesus! bears with my continued provocation, and gives and then a glimpse of his resplendent beauties. Sure he is lovely, altogether lovely, deserving a world of praise,

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What are the riches of both the Indies; what are all the honours, emoluments and pleasures of the whole globe, compared to an interest in his favour, and the enjoyment of his smiles? O may his superlative excellence be known, and admired by the ignorant Hottentot, the infatuated Mahometan, the superstitious Hindoo, the poor degraded African, the enlightened European, the highly favoured American, and by all classes of people in all elimes. Blessed Jesus! erect thy throne in every heart; shed abroad thy love in every breast; and cause thy name to be praised from the rising of the sun to his going down. Bless our dear missionaries on the dangerous ocean; bring them safely and speedily to the benighted shores of Hindostan, with hearts overflowing with gratitude, glowing with philanthropy, and burning with heavenly zeal.

LETTER TO MISS A. C. H. OF BRADFORD.

Beverly, June 6, 1812. PERHAPS I ought to apologize, my dear Miss H. for again troubling you with a letter, especially as I rather think you have not answered my last. But as we humbly hope we are partakers of the same special grace, travelling to the same eternal home, let us do all in our power to help each other, to bear each others burden, and provoke unto love and good works. How is it with you? I trust you enjoy the presence of your covenant God, and are engaged in promoting his glorious cause. Alas! what shall I say of myself? I am cold and stupid in the service of the greatest and best of beings! "Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night" over my wretched unbelief, obduracy, pride, ingratitude, and every evil of my