righteousness, solitary desarts into fruitful fields, and the regions of darkness into a valley of vision. From the east, from the west, from the north, and from the south, shall come forth an illustrious army of Christian champions, ransomed from the ruins of sin and death, and elevated to the joys and pleasures that flow from a fairer clime. The warring nations, drinking into the sublime spirit of Christianity, shall drop their feuds and jealousies, and harmoniously become one in Christ, and wherever the sun sheds his genial rays, there shall the Son of Righteousness shine in glorious splendour, and get to himself honour and glory, the reward of his bleeding love. Hosannas to his name, sung by young men and maidens, old men and babes, in joyful concert, shall roll across the mighty waters, fill the forests with melody; and, soaring sweetly beyond the skies, shall increase the joys, and swell the chorus of heaven! O my sister, viewing this millennial morn only in perspective is enough to warm every benevolent heart, and dictate the fervent petition,

"Come, thou desire of nations, come,

And, added to thy many crowns, receive yet one,—

The crown of all the earth."

Let our hearts glow with love to the Redeemer, and let his cross be all our glory. O may you be filled with his love, and know more and more the charms of his person, and beauty of his character.

Adieu, my dear sister. May the friendship commenced in this vale of tears, be ere long transplanted to brighter regions, and realize the ardour and consummation of heaven.

Pray that your Fanny may be emptied of self, and clothed with humility, that she may ever realize her nothingness and vileness, and drink deeply into the spirit

of that religion which ascribes all glory to God, and abases man to the lowest dust.

May my Clara's bosom be the residence of peace and joy.

EXTRACT OF A LETTER TO MISS H. P. OF BRADFORD.

Beverly, April, 1814.

SHALL we not, my sister, be willing to become fools for Christ's sake? If we have the least degree of love to the man of sorrows, shall we not be willing to be counted the off-scouring of all things, to have our names cast out as evil, and loaded with contumely, ridicule, and reproach, that we may secure the favour of our God, and the salvation of our souls? Surely we should esteem it an honour to be conformed to our bleeding Lord in suffering; knowing that it is enough for the disciple that he be as his Master.

Friday eve. Well, my dear sister, we have had a precious meeting-somewhat like that we had last week, and you were remembered with tender affection. These meetings must not come to nothing; for I feel they are good. May we have a meeting soon, where sin and sorrow, parting and death, are no more forever.

NOTE TO MISS E. S. OF BEVERLY.

April, 23, 1814. Well, my dear Betsy, one more week is gone, and gone beyond recal. How has it been spent? O what are we doing? Friends drop,-gone to present their accounts,-to appear before their Judge,to enter their eternal habitations. We are following, fast as we can draw our heaving breaths,-fast as the flying moments whirl away. A very little while, and all the great and magnificent objects that now occupy this globe, will no more interest us, than the clouds that fly unnoticed above our heads. A very little while, and the world will

be to us as if it had never been;-only the effects of what we have been and done in it will remain. A very little while, and these eyes shall see the Son of man riding triumphant in the clouds, these ears shall hear the shrill sound of the trump of God, and the awakening sentence, "Arisc, ye dead, and come to judgment !" Behold the judgment scat in view! The books are brought forth. Angels and saints rejoice; devils and damned spirits mourn and despair. To those on the right hand are awarded riches, honour, and glory, imperishable and eternal; to those on the left, the blackness of darkness forever, unmitigated by one gleam of hope. Shall we witness,-shall we have an interest in these scenes? Do we believe these things? What! and stupid, lukewarm, cold, and indifferent? O for a mite of Whitefield's zeal, to warm our frozen souls. Yours in love, &c.

JOURNAL, 1814.

April 23. I have just formed this large book* for se rious soliloquy, and have this moment given it the first touch of my pen. Perhaps it is reserved for some abler hand to fill it, while mine is motionless beneath the earth, and mixes with its native dust. Possibly I may cover but a few pages, and then drop my pen forever. This may contain the last expression of my feelings, the last written breathings of my soul, over which the affectionate eye of some dear surviving friend may rove, dropping one tear of fond remembrance and tender love. Yes, I must die; I must die soon. To the chamber which has witnessed oft my bended knee, my solitary meditations, my grateful songs of praise, and my searching the sacred page-to this dear place I must bid the long farewell. To my books and to my pen, and to

Consisting of 112 pages, of which she lived to fill only 17.

all the avocations relating to earth, I breathe a final and everlasting adieu. My friends, the loved associates of my pilgrimage, the kind soothers of my cares and sorrows, and the participants of my joys and pleasures, to you-O how can I pronounce the parting word? Well, the separation will be short. If united in Calvary's bleeding Lord, and sprinkled with sacred blood, our friendship. shall not expire with the lamp of life, nor be buried with. our bodies in the dust. No; as it was purchased by the dying agonies of Emanuel, and is the rich fruit of a fairer clime, so shall it outlive this passing world, survive. the conflagration of nature, the awful scenes of the last great day, and continue long as eternity shall roll its ages. It shall flourish in all the purity and vigour of the New. Jerusalem. In yonder world of light may we meet ere long, no more to take the parting hand, nor sigh a last. adieu. There may we greet each other's happy spirit;. and filled with raptures of flaming love, together talk of all the way the Lord has led us, and congratulate each other's escape from all the hazards and perils of this state. of trial, and our safe landing on the peaceful shores of a blissful immortality. There may we fall at the feet of heaven's adored King, and unite our songs of joy with the harmonious throng of angels and archangels, and all the numerous company of saved sinners around the throne; while glory immortal shines in every counte nance, and eternity is written on every joy..

But who bought this amazing bliss, and confers it onmortal worms?" I, even I," says the adorable Emanuel,. "with my agonizing sweat, my bursting sighs, my expiring groans, my vital blood." Ah! this is the voice of my Beloved, and mournfully pleasant it sounds in my ears. Let me praise him with all the energies of my soul; for all lovely and glorious, he is infinitely worthy..

This afternoon I have been employed in looking over my first writings of this kind, and, imperfect as they are, I have reason to rejoice I have saved so much from the flames; for they have been a mean of confirming my hope, and enlivening my feelings. It has often been a distressing fear with me, that my language has been that of others, not my own, taught me by the Spirit of God. But on a view of what I yet retain, penned when I was little acquainted with authors, young and ignorant, I humbly hope those exercises are agreeable to the word of God, the production of the eternal Spirit.

Now I long for fixedness of soul in duty, enlargement of heart in prayer, and holy preparation for all the many and interesting duties of the coming day. Sweet Jesus! shine on my soul in all thy matchless beauty, and make me to repose myself in the green pastures of thy love, and walk by the side of the still waters of thy wondrous grace.

April 24. The day of the Lord has dawned, grateful to the stranger's heart, while he wanders in this strange land-sweetly refreshing to all, who love the blessed service of God, and have raised their eyes to a region, where one eternal Sabbath for ever reigns. Welcome morn! my soul greets thee with fond delight; and as thou art hastening away, O wilt thou bear on thy wing a tribute of gra titude to Him, who is mindful of his humble followers in this world of sin, and drops on their waiting souls some heavenly joys. I hail thee, happy day, as propitious to the suffering, languishing interests of the Redeemer's kingdom, and reviving to this afflicted, solitary daughter of Zion. For thee, many ardent wishes, many fervent prayers have ascended to the great head of the church; and now thou hast arrived, God shall be glorified with praise.