and very seriously impressed. And above all, two or three have been hopefully brought into the kingdom of Christ, and raised from death unto life. Our prospects of a reformation are very encouraging, and, I hope, will not be blasted. O may the Lord appear in his glory, to build up Zion in these troublous times, revive his blessed work, and bring glory and honour to his great name. May he tenderly commisserate this afflicted church, appear mercifully in her behalf, and make her a rejoicing, and her people a joy.

Eve. Well, we have had another little female meeting, and found it good. And now perhaps I am about to close the last year of my mortal life. Be it so, if the years that are taken from the usual term of life, may be added to a happy eternity. In that case, come Lord Jesus, and receive my spirit.

Jan. 1, 1814. I have entered on a new year; so have millions, whose eyes will be closed in the sleep of death before its close, Who are the victims is known only to Omniscience; but may I not be included in the number? Dear Lord, if it is enrolled in the book of thy decrees of me, " This year thou shalt die." O wilt thou graciously fit me for the event? Enable me to gird up the loins of my mind, to grow in grace, and ripen for the celestial world. O grant me a meetness for glory!

O Lord, if I should be spared this year, or a part of it, do not let me spend it in sin and uselessness, but in thy service, in glorifying thee, and finishing the work thou hast given me to do. O let large measures of grace bę communicated to me, that I may be filled from thy ful ness, and glorify thee more. O wilt thou lead me, instruct me, and keep me in the way wherein I should go,

and throw light upon thy sacred word, that it may be sweeter than honey, or the honey comb.

LETTER TO MISS H. B. OF FRANCISTOWN.

MY DEAR, DEar Huldah,

Beverly, Jan. 1814.

WE have had one short interview; and we shall soon have another, if not in time, yet in eternity. Yes, I look forward beyond the narrow bounds of mortality, beyond the short standing of this earthly globe, to that vast unutterable period, when the sound of the last trump shall penetrate the silent mansions of the dead, and summon the sleeping nations to the bar of Jehovah. O that we may then lift up our heads with joy, and the sentence, "Well done, good and faithful servant," salute our

ears.

But have we good evidence that our names are written in the fair volume of the book of life, and that we are hastening to that rest which remains for the people of God? Alas! for myself I have reason to question, whether Christ is formed in me, and I belong to his little family. Can I be a child of God, and possess such a hard and rocky heart, such a stubborn and rebellious will, such wayward and unholy passions? Can I be one of his peculiar people, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, while I exhibit so little of the meckness, self-denial, heavenly mindedness, crucifixion to the world, patience, love, humility, and devotion, so much inculcated in the scriptures of truth? Indeed I am at times almost ready to give up all hope of having passed from death unto life, and sit down in disconsolate wretchedness, des-` pairing of heaven. But then again a gleam of comfort

disperses the thick darkness, new strength seems to be afforded, and I arise from the dust, and run the good ways of the Lord.

Tuesday. Religious appearances are very favourable in this place, and excite us to hope the Lord will appear to build up Jerusalem. Since the serious attention commenced, four have hopefully been made the happy subjects of regenerating grace; three are now under deep conviction, and a number more solemnly impressed. One young lady has been in very pungent distress for some days, and her sighs and groans, and melancholy countenance, are enough to affect any beholder. I made her a short visit this morning, and inquired whether she had any new views or feelings. "O no," said she, “ I am almost perfectly stupid, and fear I am given over to hardness of heart; and that there is no mercy for me.' I asked her if she could not surrender herself into the arms of Jesus, and let him take possession of her heart? "Till I do it," answered she," I shall never be happy. But I am so wicked that I cannot do it, nor repent, nor believe. She said much more, and in all expressed a deep sense of the evil of sin, and great views of her own wickedness, and the justice of God, should he cast her off forever.. I hope the Lord will do great things for us, and glorify himself in building up Zion, and turning sinners to himself.

I earnestly request you to write as soon as possible a› long letter, and tell me all your heart. I must bid you an affectionate adieu. FANNY WOODBURY,

LETTER TO MISS N. W. OF BOSTON.

Beverly, Feb. 7, 1814.

MY DEAR AND ESTIMABLE FRIEND,

I KNOW you are a very strong advocate for female prayer-meetings; and when you learn that we have formed one in this place, I think your grateful praises will ascend in unison with mine to the giver of every good and perfect gift; and your ardent prayers for its success and prosperity. Yes, my dear friend, I have now the heartfelt pleasure and benign privilege of mingling with kindred souls, and encircling the social altar of devotion, while Jehovah bends his ear, and Immanuel vouchsafes his presence. O that our united supplications may reach the court of heaven; and in gracious answer, mercies large and perennial descend upon our guilty globe. Soon after you left us, feeling very sensibly the importance of this measure, I determined to make one vigorous effort, and if I did not succeed, to give up entirely. But the finger of the Lord was apparent. Obstacles, before deemed insuperable, were easily overcome; and difficulties vanished. The dear evening was appointed. Five of us met in love, and all called on a prayer-hearing God; some drops refreshed our trembling souls, and the pilgrim's place of sweet recess was consecrated a Bethel.

We at first agreed that all should verbally take a part, thinking it conducive to freedom. But after a number of weeks, some of the sisters of the church desiring to meet with us, and not agreeing with us in this point, we reluctantly submitted to their wishes; and though we have double the number, yet we have not had that unreserved enlargement and engagedness, excepting one or two evenings.

I have been thus particular, because I conclude it will

gratify the heart of my friend. You will be anxious to know something relative to the revival. Many are under serious impressions, and five or six have, it is hoped, forsaken the gilded vanities and fancied joys of earth, for pleasures, pure in their nature, and endless in duration. Their feet, sinking in the miry clay of sin, and travelling swiftly the broad frequented road to the gulf of perdition, have been turned into the strait and narrow path which conducts to regions above. Their eyes glisten with sweet delight, their smiling countenances are an in◄ dex to what passes within, and their lips celebrate the praises of Immanuel, We do hope that the Spirit is yet moving, and that we shall see still greater things, than these ! For this, let every Christian frequent the throne of grace. Indeed we have much need of a reformation. O for the out-pouring of the Spirit, plenteous floods of righteousness to water the church and the world, to gladen the hearts of the pious, and bring glory and honour to God. O what a glorious day have we in prospect, a day which shall call a dying world to life, and shed light and salvation on regions enveloped in the shadow of death. Rapturous hosannas shall roll across the oceans, and warble sweetly in every desart wild. From the lowly hut of the Hottentot, praises shall ascend to the lovely Babe of Bethlehem. All heaven joyfully looks down on our happy globe, and tunes anew its golden harps to the wonders of redeeming love,

Pray for me, my dear Miss W. and may Jesus bless your soul abundantly. Yours, &c.

FANNY WOODbury,