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which bringeth life and immortality to light. Welcome then our trials, if thereby we may be conformable to our suffering Lord, and purified and fitted for that world, where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrows are known no more. Is this our home? Shall our spirits meet there, when these bodies repose in a bed of dust? O if we should not-But I must hope; and may heaven in mercy grant that my hope may never prove destructive to my soul. The storms of life are blowing over, and to the meek follower of Christ, an everlasting calm shall soon succeed. Let us then be patient, and establish our hearts; for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh. And may grace work in us to will, to do, and to suffer, and then bestow the rich and glorious reward. Yours, FANNY.

LETTER TO MISS M. W. OF BEVERLY.

Beverly, May 30, 1814.

Sabbath morn. I am happy to learn, my dear Miss W. that you have regained peace and tranquility of mind, and are now reposing sweetly under the shadow of Immanuel, and feasting on the rich food he has prepared for his humble followers. You think you do not yet feel that lively faith and love you desire. But you have every thing to encourage you to hope and trust in the Lord, for he is good to the soul that waiteth for him, and none shall seek his face in vain. O may you keep near to him, and be favoured with times of refreshing from his presence-rich streams of consolation flowing gently from the exhaustless Fountain to exhilerate and gladden your heart, while you traverse this desert wild. It is, my dear friend, through much tribulation that we

must make our way to the port of rest. All who will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. Those who exhibit the beauty and power of godliness, and are active in the service they love, meet with opposition, not only from Satan and the openly ungodly, but also from who bear the Christian name. This I think one many of the many and heavy trials the decided votary of religion is called to sustain; and needful indeed are the consolatory truths and promises of the gospel to cheer his fainting heart. But surely we will follow our Lord through evil as well as good report, and delight to endure the cross, as well as look forward to the crown.

I rejoice that, vile and unworthy as I am, our dear Lord has favoured me with many estimable friends, in whose society and correspondence I take so large a share of placid joy in this inhospitable world. But O how painful to " weep over many a friend to dust consigned." Peace to the far distant grave of Harriet; and embalmed be her memory in the hearts of the pious. May our last days be like hers, calm, serene, and marked with the triumphs of faith and hope. I intend to let you have her Memoirs a few days, and I think you will admire the loveliness of her character, her ardent piety, and engagedness of heart in the work of the Lord. "That life is long which answers life's great end." Her years, though few, were consecrated to diligence and zeal in religion after her conversion, and she has quickly performed the arduous work assigned to her; and now sweetly rests from her labours and her sorrows. Will not my dear Miss W. supply her place to me, and be a faithful friend, to warn, admonish,, and instruct? Pray for your affec tionate

FANNY,

LETTER TO MISS H. G. OF BRADFORD.

MY DEAR HANNAH,

Beverly, June 4, 1814.

BLEST with a renewed opportunity of addressing you, I readily improve it; and could I impart some spiritual gift to your edification, and to the glory of your God, my heart would rejoice, even mine. But alas! while I am so cold and negligent in the best of causes, I have no reason to expect to animate and engage others. Why is it thus? The character of Immanuel is still lovely and glorious; and in his vineyard there is much to be done. Life is hastening to its close, and I am drawing nearer to the grave, where, "forgetting the world, and by the world forgot," my mortal frame must repose till the last trump shall summon the sleeping dust to the bar of God. Yes, my dear friend, our earthly course will soon be completed; but the consequences of this state of trial will be tremendously woeful or ineffably blissful to our immortal souls. Through an endless duration, we shall reap the reward of our doings, either rising in glory, or sinking in wretchedness. Eternity,-eternity is entailed upon poor earth-created man, and this eternity is yours, is mine, is the mighty portion of all the descendants of Adam.

Is it so, my dear friend? And can we for a moment be indifferent to our eternal all, and live as though earth was our abiding place, or death would extinguish the breath of the Almighty ?* Is it so! And can we be insensible to the situation of those who are in bondage to sin and Satan, and verging to the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone? Is it so! And can we be lukewarm in

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the blest service of our adorable Redeemer, and uninterested in the concerns of Zion, the city of our God, and the welfare of the world at large?

Did these truths properly affect our hearts, solemn indeed would be our feelings, and different would be our lives. We should then behold the vanity of this passing world, and, soaring beyond its trifling things, should penetrate the veil of futurity, and survey that ever blessed region, where flourish substantial joys and unrivalled honours. We should labour earnestly and unremittingly for the salvation of our own souls and the souls of others, content to have our names cast out as evil, and loaded with slander, reproach, and ridicule. We should be anxious to fill every remaining moment of our lives with duty, and every duty with holy activity and devout ardour, depending on the strength of Christ, and with reference to the glory of God. And filled with a deep and continual sense of our innumerable sins and imperfections, our utter nothingness and unworthiness, we should make constant application to the blood of sprinkling, and fly to the righteousness of our great High Friest.

O that you, my dear friend, may not have so much occasion for self accusation as your unworthy Fanny! May you live as a dying mortal, as a probationer for eternity; and treading the world beneath your feet, may you hold sweet and ravishing communion with God, and read your title clear to a mansion in that kingdom, bought with the blood of Jesus, and destined to flourish in eternal splendour. Happy indeed are the saints of the Most High. O that their privileges and immunities, their present sublime supports and future enrapturing prospects, may be ours. And their trials and crosses, their fears and temptations, we will likewise hail, if their God may be our

God, and their home our home. O the calm and serene rest, the boundless and inconceivable delights which await those whose robes have been washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb, who have traced the narrow path, though lined with difficulties, snares, and woes, and safely reached its end. With what amazing bliss will they salute the bright throng around the throne, and casting their crowns at the feet of their Lord, unite their lays in concert with adoring millions in ceaseless songs of praise to God and the Lamb. Far from this earth of sorrow, and beyond the reach of sin, they shall forever solace their weary souls in the bosom of their Saviour, and drink of the streams that flow unruffled at his right hand.

If the glory of heaven be such as mortal eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor heart conceived, how awfully miserable must those be, who, despising all its immortal joys, choose the road to death, and ensure a portion in the bottomless pit. O my dear friend, trembling seizes me, when I think how many will come short at last, whose hopes were firm and strong, and who by the judgment of erring man were deemed the salt of the earth. Pray that this may never, never be the case of your friend Fanny; for it is what I have reason to fear, when I glance at my life and my heart. O may we build our hopes on the corner Stone laid in Zion; may we glory in tribulation; may we exult in death; and amidst the momentous scenes of that day, for which all other days were made, may we lift up our heads with triumphant joy, and in tranquil serenity sing the victories of Christ our King. My friend, when our few fleeting days are over, and death has chilled our mortal frames, may our spirits be cemented by the endearing ties, and glow with all the ardour of heaven;

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