these ardent breathings of my heart, I think you will add Amen. Even so be it, thou lovely Immanuel!

Please to let me have a respectful and affectionate remembrance to your daughter and grand-daughters, with wishes for a visit from them. If you can gain another hand to write, why cannot you send me some advice and instruction? Ever in your best moments pray for your unworthy Fanny; and accept this as a small testimony of her friendship, and wish to oblige.

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NOTE TO MRS H. P. OF BRADFORD, THEN AT BEVERLY. Sabbath Eve, 1814.

You seem, my dear Mrs P. excecdingly distressed with a view of your sinfulness, and though I am far, very far from that knowledge of my heart, and that acquaintance with the evil of sin you appear to possess, yet I think for this painful discovery you ought to be thankful. Will not your heart always be wicked in this world? And do you not daily pray for greater sight of its vileness? And could you have any evidence you had repented of sin, unless you had seen its turpitude and malice? Rejoice then evermore. The religion of Jesus, though it involves trials, crosses, and conflicts, unpleasant and far from small, is yet a happy religion, and brings with it present enjoyment. Do let us seek for a little of heaven by the way. Let our souls anchor on the only sure foundation, and then let Satan rage and threaten, let the globe shake to its very centre, and "the wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds," cover the wicked with confusion and despair, our peace and joy shall remain firm, and smiling serenity shall calm our bosoms. Well, Satan has not long to reign; and though he devours whom he may, yet

not whom he would. May you lift up your standard against him, and find your Captain helping you to fight, and may shouts of victory,-victory through him, soon fall from our lips.

In your best moments supplicate for your obliged

FANNY.

NOTE TO MRS H. P. OF BRADFORD, THEN AT BEVERLY.

AFTER the hurry and toil of the day, I hail a retired moment in my dear chamber, to unfold my feelings to my beloved sister, and affectionate fellow traveller. If you wish to know how my mind has been employed today, I can tell you, much as usual, on the state of religion here, and the awful coldness of those who have professed to have union to our dear Lord Jesus. I could weep when I think of the divine injunction, "Be not conformed to this world, but be ye transformed by the re newing of your minds," and almost question whether the eye of the formal professor ever met it. I am decidedly of opinion, that the check of this revival is to be ascribed in a great degree to those who proclaim themselves Zion's friends; and if I be the accursed Achan, alas! my heart trembles! I would not for worlds be a mean of retarding this blessed work; but alas! I have reason to fear! O my friend, what shall we do at this critical moment? I long to see Christians take a decided, bold, and consistent stand on the Lord's side, and let others see the wide difference between them, and the frozen hearted formalist. When the Lord shall come to search Jerusalem with candles, how many will be discovered to be settling on their lees, and at ease in Zion? For millions of worlds I would not be in their case, and incur their terrific woe.

Let me then search and examine, and rest in nothing short of that heart renewing change which alone secures acceptance with my judge. Great is the deceitfulness of the heart, and numerous are its refuges of lies. Who that knows it, dares to trust it? I long, as it were, to fly beyond mine to the adorable Redeemer, and solace myself in his ever blessed smiles; but this stubborn and relentless thing ties me down to dust, and mocks my fond desires. Well, there are no wicked hearts in heaven, no cold affections, no earth-born passions, no evil thoughts; but all immortal ardour, love, and delight.

JOURNAL, 1814.

April 2. I am a wonder to myself; and I am such a mystery of mysteries, that I am in doubt what to think of my real state and character. I have little, very little, solid evidence of my interest in the promises, and of true and supreme love to the most glorious and all perfect Jehovah. My heart is so basely deceitful, that I find it exceedingly difficult to determine what motives influence my conduct; and I am sometimes almost led to think, that I never had one exercise incompatible with supreme attachment to self-that all the religion I have, or ever had, is a regard to my own personal interest. Yet I humbly hope I have seen moments, when self was out of view, when I could rejoice in the character of God, and view it as altogether excellent and glorious, worthy of the love and admiration of intelligent creatures, and feel perfect complacency in his universal and sovereign government-when all his ways and works appeared righteous and holy, and therein I could take satisfaction. When sorrow and trouble have thrown a gloom over my aspect, and sunk my feeble heart, I could sweetly take comfort

from these three little words, "The Lord reigns." This brief sentence, short, yet full, is of more worth, and goes farther to reconcile the pious person to his condition, than all the numerous aud splendid volumes of the Vatican.* It supports my mind under present depression, and alleviates anxiety for the future; and O may it ever be my strong hold in all the adverse and chequered scenes of this transitory life! My days, I feel, are hurrying away; and I am rapidly gliding down the hill of life to the low mansions of the dead. Yonder is death waiting for his prey, and the grave opening to receive me. To mortals, and their cares, and joys, and trials, I soon shall bid the long farewell. Ye that have seen my eyes suffused in tears, or sparkling with joy, shall behold them obscured in the darkness of death; ye that have listened to the plaintive moans, and cheerful strains, that have flowed from my lips, shall see them sealed in awful silence, and all my mortal powers chilled and broken by the ruthless stroke of the last enemy. No more shall you share with me in earthly concerns, no more partake of the boon of friendship; but, instead of walking hand in hand in social and endearing converse, you must follow in funeral gloom the sable ruins of death, to the house appointed for all the living. O may you exult in solid and well grounded hope, that what you commit to the noisome grave, and cover with the dusty clods, shall be raised in mighty power, and glorious splendour, assimilated to Christ's body, no more to see corruption, but to shine in everlasting vigour, beauty, and glory. Then may you check the falling tear, as softly and pensively you visit

The Pope's palace, containing one of the richest libraries in the world.

my grassy covering, and reading from thence the affec tionate address I silently proclaim to you, "Be ye also ready;" you will vigorously seek to be prepared for a low ly bed by my side in kindred dust, that believing in Him who is the resurrection and the life, you may confidently look back to the radiant climes of transcendant glory, where the righteous "rest from their labours."

O my soul, art thou ready for the assault of death? Canst thou meet this grim messenger unappalled, and leave thy companion beneath the footsteps of thy fellow mortals, unheeded by the thoughtless traveller? How, O how canst thou meet this mighty conqueror, and submit to his strange and freezing operations? Canst thou pass his territories with cheerful step, buoyed up with the prospect of the rich field of bliss that smiles beyond, and greets thy closing eye? Say, my soul, art thou prepared to meet thy God-to stand the dread decision of the last great day-to see thy Judge assume his awful seat, and award the retributions of eternity? My God, fit me for these momentous scenes; hide me in thy pavilion ; shelter me beneath thy wings; and sprinkle my soul with the rich blood that stained the cross of Calvary; that I may meet all these tremendous realities, with that tranquil peace of mind, which no hypocrite ever attained, no worlds of dying pleasures ever bestow, no legions of infernal spirits take away, no length of ages impair. O graciously grant me thy glorious perfections for my feast, thy almighty bosom for my rest, thy praise for my employment, thy heaven my home, and eternity the duration of all!

Be pleased to shed pon me the riches of thy grace; fill my heart with the fervours of holy love, and abase every high imagination before thee into nothing. I be