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judgment day award to the waiting millions, their eternal homes. What honours will crown the head of our Redeemer, when having fixed the everlasting destinies of all-created intelligences, he shall recede from his awful scat to the dwelling-place of his glory, kindly conducting a mighty retinue of holy beings to dwell with him in cloudless light. Who would not burn with desire to grace his final triumphs, and proclaim his boundless. charms? Who would not leave this mortal state, with all its fading pleasures, to survey his lovely beauties, and delight in his enrapturing smiles?

But if our souls have been enlightened to behold the perfections of his character, if they have tasted his love, where are our bowels of compassion for those who see no form nor comeliness in him? Have we no pity for the many millions of our species, who roam the burning wilds of the east, conversant with the miseries of the apostasy, but strangers to the salvation of Christ? Shall not our hearts melt with tenderness over the numerous savage tribes, who, enwrapt in nature's starless darkness, most movingly address us from their abodes of woe, "When it is well with you, think of poor indians." Precious souls, we will not forget you. No, we will long and pray for the day when you shall emerge from your present gloom, and pointing your eye to mansions of light, and hanging your hopes on the cross of Immanuel, you shall send to heaven your tuneful songs of admiring joy.

O when shall the kingdom of Jesus rise throughout the earth in millenial strength, majesty, and splendour, bearing heavenly peace to warring nations, and causing an Eden again to bloom beneath the skies? When shall Zion shake herself from the dust, forget her days of mourning, and her repaired walls bear the impress in

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characters legible to every eye," SALVATION and PRAISE.” The era is not far distant, and from heaven proceeds the immutable word, "I the Lord will hasten it in its time." Our hearts must gratefully respond, "Even so come Lord Jesus, come quickly.

Sabbath Eve. Respecting visits, my dear Mrs P. F take it for granted you know my opinion and practice; but as you request, I write a word on the subject, hoping you will be guided in this, and every other concern, in à manner well pleasing in the sight of God, and conducive to his glory and your own best interest. Though com→ mon place acquaintances merit our civility, and every proper expression of respectful attention, yet an intimate and frequent intercourse with them, I consider unnecessary, injurious, and criminal. The Scripture is a sure directory; and, I believe, that does not allow of Christians mingling much with the people of the world. Even where large parties have been chiefly formed of professors, I have seldom found much edification. We are com◄ manded to redeem the time. And can we not, when so◄ licited to make a visit, which we have every reason to conclude will be unprofitable, can we not improve the time better by conversing with our Bibles, our hearts, and our God-in writing to some dear separated friend-in visiting the poor, the sick, and afflicted-or in holding familiar intercourse with some humble, decided follower of the Lamb? Were the time thus spent, should we not, on the review, feel more peace of conscience than if wasted in tiresome scenes of vanity and folly? We must not, however, affect singularity and preciseness. Much wisdom from above is needful to direct us in the right way; and with this, I wish you might be favoured in an eminent degree. Your affectionate FANNY.

EXTRACT OF A LETTER FROM MISS N. K

OF NEWBURYPORT.

Beverly, Aug. 27, 1814.

MY DEAR COUSIN,

BLEST with another opportunity of addressing you, may the divine Spirit direct my pen, and make its feeble efforts conducive to your spiritual good.

Pausing on the immense value of the soul, the ruined state of man by nature, the beauty, freeness, and fulness of the gospel-plan of salvation, and the eternity of future rewards and punishments, my mind expands with sensations not to be fully expressed. Have we immortal souls, and can we be indifferent to their concerns? Are we involved in the ruins of the apostasy, and shall we not be solicitous for our recovery? Are we formed to live through endless ages, and shall we not wish to pass those ages in the sublimities and glories of the world of light? If these concerns are everlastingly momentous, as represented by Him who cannot lie, O let us attend to them, my cousin, with all the assiduity, diligence, and ardour we can command, now while the time of our probation is protracted, and heaven allures us with its unnumbered charms.

Let us beware of the blandishments of this insidious world, the temptations of the prince of darkness, and the 'corrupt propensities of our own depraved hearts; for they all urge us in the most plausible manner, to forget eternity, our Maker, and our souls. They, with united voice, bid us put far away the evil day, and linger thoughtlessly on the plains of Sodom, till the fierce storm, bursting from above, shall ingulf us in remediless destruction. O that we may find a refuge in the bosom of Immanuel. If renovated by his grace, and interested in his redemp

tion, we need not fear, though the archangel were commissioned this moment to sound the last trump, and issue the dread mandate, "Time shall be no longer." With the smiles of Jesus we may enjoy serenity amidst all the ruffling scenes of life, and in that awful day, when worlds shall be wrapt in flames, and the rewards of eternity distributed by an unerring hand. But if we are yet in our sins, alienated from God, and enveloped in the awful blindness, ignorance, and darkness of nature, we stand on the awful verge of interminable perdition, on the frontiers of that lake which burns unceasingly with fire and brimstone. May we, my dear, dear Nancy, be favoured with a view of the true state of our souls, and be enabled to secure the approbation of Him, who is able to save and to destroy. May he whisper, in accents of love, to our bosoms, "I am thy salvation." May he illumine our minds with the light of his countenance, and guide our erring feet to Zion's hill. I feel, that with his friendship I should be sublimely happy in the solitary wilds of Zaara. But without it, I must languish in pining wretchedness, though possessed of all the earth calls good or great. One smile of him can soothe to rest my aching heart, can disperse the gloom of affliction, and change my sighs of grief to songs of joy. Happy indeed are they who gain intimate access to him, and enjoy the en dearing manifestations of his love in this far distant land ; but more divinely blest are those unfettered spirits who encircle his shining throne, and chant in rapturous strains his deserved praise. Yours,

FANNY

LETTER TO MISS S. D. OF WENHAM.

MY DEAR YOUNG FRIEND,

Beverly, Sept. 1, 1814.

I DOUBT not but you will be surprised at the receipt of a letter from one who is almost a stranger to you. But our short interview yesterday afternoon, gave rise to that ardent concern for your immortal salvation which induces me to write. You have been almost constantly in my thoughts this morning; and while I have bound you tenderly to my bosom, I have commended you to Him whose mercy and compassion to sinners is more extensive than man can conceive. He can guide my pen to express those truths which are of eternal importance ; and he alone, by his new-creating Spirit, can imprint these truths effectually on your conscience, and make them available to your everlasting good. Without his blessing, Paul may plant and Apollos water in vain ; but with it, a feeble effort of the most unworthy, undertaken from right motives, may save souls from endless death. This is the Being, even the ever glorious Jehovah, whose favour and smiles I wish you to possess. In him you will find all that you can desire for time and eternity. If you secure his friendship, you will pass your few short years on earth in usefulness; you will have ineffable peace within, amidst all the numerous troubles incident to this mortal state; and when you are closing your eyes in the long slumbers of death, you may rejoice in hope of immortal glory, in the prospect of rising to the New Jerusalem, and uniting with the glorious spirits around the throne in singing the praises of the dear Redeemer.

But let me reverse the picture. You are by nature an enemy to God; continuing, and dying so, you must perish for ever. Should this be your wretched case (O

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