now he is ascended on high as our High Priest, and not as one that cannot be touched with a feeling of our infirmities, for he was tempted in all points as we are, and is now before the throne as our Mediator, Advocate, and Intercessor, with the names of all his redeemed ones on his breast, showing, in his hands, and feet, and side, those marks of love which he endured on Calvary for us; and, as Mr. Hart says,

"Walks in rich garments dipt in blood,

And shows his glorious scars.'

And the very same Jesus that is our hope of glory now, will be our crown of glory in heaven above. This glorious Christ is our Beloved, and this is our Friend. O ye daughters of Jerusalem, this is the Brother born for our adversity, loving at all times, and sticking closer than any earthly brother! I have frequently thought of a saying of dear Gadsby's, namely, "Those that eat the Paschal Lamb, must eat him with bitter herbs; and generally," said he, "those that have the largest share of Lamb, have also the largest share of bitter herbs." I said to him, after he had done. preaching, "What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.” "What do you mean, mistress," said he, "the Paschal Lamb and bitter herbs?" I do," I said, "I do," not knowing then what I said as I do now.

May you and I, my dear brother, be favoured much and often with feasting on this Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of the world, until we are called home to feast eternally on his fulness. So prays, Yours in tribulation's path,

SARAH.

Dear Barnabas,-I have this week experienced such troubles and joys, such castings down and liftings up, such conflictings of flesh and spirit, such groanings and praisings, that I scarcely ever remember the like; and I am sure that if experiencing changes is any mark of being a child of God, I am yet right. The conflict was so sharp at one time, that my mouth said, "I surely must perish." But though my dreadful treason

and rebellion called alond for everlasting fetters, and not having one word to say why justice should not be executed upon me, yet I felt strength enough communicated to cry, "Enter not into judgment with me, O Lord, but remember the Man at thy right hand.” what a friend in need is Christ! and I found that through the merits of his precious blood we have remission of sins; and

"Amidst all my dejection, my spirit could trace
Some mark of election, some token of grace;"

and sweet was the thought that I should one day join those happy songsters now without fault before the throne, for ever freed from the thorn in the flesh. The croaking toads of depravity, and the trials, vexations, wants, and miseries of this wretched world, made me, I hope, willing to wait the appointed time when my change should come; for all my times are in the hand of God, and when the work of grace in me is completed, and God has performed the thing that is appointed for me, he will say, "Child, come home." Until that time, Lord, hold thou me up, and I shall, I must be safe. How kind and attentive has the dear Saviour made himself known as a God of providence, in the past week, by granting bread and water according to his promise; and although sometimes the frail flesh would have grumbled because it was not better and more, the recollection that I was but a sojourner here, that in my Father's house above was bread enough and to spare, and that there hunger was not known, and that there was a needs be for everything that befel me, has humbled me into contentment, and I have said, "Lord, I would, thou knowest I would glorify thy great name, but teach me how I am to do it, for so ignorant am I that I know not." And, blessed be his name, he has, in a way like himself, full of sovereignty, greatness, and goodness, wrought a miracle. for my relief, as it respects the body. Thus, my dear brother, he is always beforehand with me, and prevents my enemies from entirely triumphing over me, and crowns me with the blessings of his goodness. But it is as impossible to trust in the Lord in those trying seasons, without faith, as it is to please him without it.

The Scripture calls faith precious faith, but how precious we cannot tell; we only feel something of its real worth as we are enabled to press through such crowds of foes and oppositions, and lay hold on the hem of his garment, and hear his gracious voice saying, "Fear not, thy sins, which are many, are all forgiven thee." How many times has the same sweet voice said unto me, when the Sabeans, Chaldeans, whirlwind, and fire have consumed my earthly substance, "Lovest thou me more than these?" and as he has brought down my proud heart by hard labour, and showed me his heart, and whispered to me that I was his, I trust I have been enabled to reply, with a solemn appeal to his divine Omniscience, and say, "Thou knowest all things, thou knowest that I love thee." I would appeal to those who have been called in this way to the kingdom of glory above; do we not see, at times, how highly we are favoured of our God, that though now we are lying among the black and sooty pots of Satan and his agents, we shall one day be as the wings of a dove, covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold? Ah! my dear brother, there is nothing that will enable us to take joyfully the spoiling of our goods, like a firm, sweet persuasion in the soul by the Holy Ghost, that in heaven we have a better and more enduring substance. I have often tried to bless and praise the name of God for giving to his poor exile those rich and sweet cordials which he did under your ministry, before those heavy trials came on, preparing me, as it were, for the battle. I cannot, I dare not forbear to mention one part of your sermon in our little place. Once when you were speaking of the blessings of Joseph's land, and came to the deep that coucheth beneath, you seemed to be speaking to me only, when you said, "Come, poor soul, dost thou think that thou canst sink so low that the love of Christ cannot reach thee? No, no," said you, "it is still a deep that coucheth beneath all thy sins, thy wants, and thy miseries;" and, blessed be his adorable name, he has hitherto made me to prove that truth experimentally; for it is his love alone,

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like everlasting arms underneath, that has borne me up against all that have tried to break me down.

May the good Shepherd still continue to give you such rich feasts in the green pastures of his everlasting love, that you may be constrained to come forth with a word of rich consolation to all who are in debt, distress, or discontented in Israel's camp.

I remain, yours, still weeping by the rivers of Babylon,

SARAH.

Dear Barnabas,-I cannot help writing to you, not knowing what end is to be answered by it, any more than a sweet employment to me in my forlorn situation. But I must tell you what a precious time I had this morning, from those words of the apostle: "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever,” in viewing him as one of the eternal and blessed Threein-One, and One-in-Three, yesterday, before time, recognizing my worthless name in his book of life, and engaging to be made a curse for me, and make peace for me by the blood of his cross, and to be a Surety, Substitute, and Mediator for me. O matchless love! I next had a faith's view of him to-day, in time, while I am in this great and terrible wilderness, as a wall of fire round about me, and making me to know that he is still the same almighty, unchanging, loving, and faithful Friend, assuring me that he alone has borne my griefs and carried my sorrows, and stands engaged to bring me through all, and keep me by his mighty power, through faith, unto eternal glory. "But," says he, be it known unto you, that not for your sakes do I this, but for mine own name's sake." But what shall I say with respect to his being the same for ever, in eternity? Why, faith, as the true spy, looks into the heavenly Canaan, and fetches in now and then a bunch of Eschol grapes, and says, "Verily, it is a good land, and this is some of its fruit." O what rich clusters of glorious promises does she fetch in from covenant love, atoning blood, and eternal glory! I have, my dear brother, within these few weeks, had such indubitable

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proof of my union to Christ, that I am constrained to cry out at times, "Lord, where art thou going to lead me now?" Sometimes I think it is like the latter rain, and that my passage to the tomb is to be made more smooth; and yet, I cannot think I shall go home before God has fulfilled the many promises he has given me as it respects temporals.

Dear Lord, keep me steady and quiet in thy hands, and under the shadow of thy wings may I sing in every storm, "God is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." But the Almighty was soon after this pleased to show me that it was by his favour alone my mountain stood strong; for when he is pleased to hide his face, we are troubled. I took up my Bible, and thought, like Sampson, to shake this load of dull, stupid, and carnal feeling off; but instead of reading the will of my heavenly Father in it respecting me, and seeing every leaf shine with glorious promises for me, like so many precious diamonds, as I had lately done, I could find nothing, and was obliged to put it down as a sealed book, waiting for power from on high to shine on the sacred pages. Frequently the Almighty has been pleased to bless my reading of those books of Mr. Huntington's, which you were so kind as to give me. I have sometimes found, in reading them, that the veil has been taken away, and such a turning to the Lord, that I have seemed to be changed into the same image, as by the Spirit of our God.

May you not be forgotten of God for this kindness to me. I know you will never be forgotten of God; but may you be favoured of God to eat much of that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness, that while you are attempting to unfurl the mysteries of redeeming love, you may take it, handle it, and feel it, in all its sweetness, suitability, and freeness, and I hope you will, when thus favoured of God, not forget one who is often ready to halt,

SARAH.

Dear Barnabas,-Having felt a gentle breeze from the everlasting hills, I am again going to try to write to you. The desire of my soul is still to the remem