that they may meet with the divine acceptance through the mediation of our adorable Immanuel. « Praying.

breath shall not be spent in vain.”

Blessed are those who sigh and cry in secret places, for the abominations which abound in our guilty land; for their tears and moans shall be a sweet memorial before God of their detestation of sin, and of their ardent love to the souls of sinners. And though the Almighty may. pour out his fury unceasingly upon our much loved coun-try, yet his dear children are safely hid in his pavilion, and shall surely find him a present help in time of trouble. He is a resting place, where we may sweetly repose. our souls when heavy laden with a sense of indwelling iniquity, and burdened with oppressive wo. He presides over our convulsed world; overrules all events for the good of his church, and the glory of his name, and with. a regard to that auspicious period, when all shall know. him from the least to the greatest, and the beauty of Zion shine conspicuously over this benighted earth. When : shall the millennial morn shed its cheering splendour among the nations, and the Day Star from on high lighten the heathen tribes to the mount of glory? O when shall the lapsed millions of our race fasten every hope of bliss on : the cross of Calvary, and unite in one vast harmonious chorus of praise to the Lamb? O for the long expected era, when all the ends of the earth shall rejoice in the sal◄ vation of God, be filled with the happy subjects of redeeming grace, and reflect the image of that upper world, where holiness, peace, and happiness display their heav only charms, and songs of joy drop with divine melody from every lip. Though we, my amiable friend, may ere that time close our eyes on mortal things, yet if our spirits salute the glories which grow on mount Zion, we

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shall behold from thence the victories of Immanuel on this perishable ground; and O what gladness, what transport, what rapture, will fire our bosoms at the glorious view! May the bliss of Paradise be ours to enjoy, when these changing scenes end with us in an unchanging eter◄ nity.

I often think of our first and last interview with pensive pleasure, and hope you will favour me with another, if you find it consistent. But as life and all things here are uncertain, I direct my eyes to a region, where the saints of the Most High shall all soon collect to part no more forever, and where pious friends shall be more in◄ timately and endearingly allied, than it is possible to be in this unfriendly clime. My dear, dear sister, may we see each other there, and enjoy a friendship ineffably sublime, which no death or separation shall ever wound- a friendship, pure as those realms of light, and immortal as our souls.

When you have an hour of leisure you will give joy to my heart by writing a long letter, though I am most unworthy. Tender most respectful and affectionate love to dear Mr B. accompanied with an ardent wish, that the Lord would shed upon him abundantly the influences of his sanctifying, illumining, and comforting Spirit, and make him an eminent instrument of good to immortal beings. May you, my dear Mrs B. enjoy richly that peace which passes understanding, pass your fleeting days in tranquillity and usefulness, and, when the scene of mortal life closes, enter into that rest which remains for the people of God.

Accept with candour this small expression of my esteem; and when you commune with Heaven, raise one affectionate petition for your unworthy

FANNY

JOURNAL, 1814.

Oct. 2. Have this day been permitted to encircle the table of my divine Redeemer, and again renew my engagements to be his. But ah! what coldness, what indifference, what amazing sottishness usurp their sway over my heart, and paralyze every rising emotion of piety. What infinite reason have I to abase myself below all mankind, and freely confess I am of sinners the very chief. O I need true humility, a deep and abiding view of my own depravity, while faith's enlightened eye fastens on the bleeding Lamb of God, and points to a region where perfection flourishes in immortal charms. Beauteous indeed must be that house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens, filled with holy inhabitants, and abounding with every blessing its Maker can devise. May I be so favoured as to find some humble mansion there, when this earthly tenement shall be dissolved by the chil ling blast of death. O my Redeemer, be thou my Sun to illumine my path through this benighted world, and to gild the lonely vale of death with some heavenly ray. Let thy precious blood be efficaciously applied to my polluted soul, that it may be a temple fit for thee. Come, my Saviour, remove this interposing veil, and disclose to me those boundless charms of thine, which inflame the bosom of the most exalted seraph with extacy, and tune his heart to celebrate thy praise.

These were probably the last words she ever wrote. About the middle of October she was seized with an inflammation in the brain, of which she never recovered.

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