"3. Pray in thy family daily, that thy dwelling may be in the number of the families that do call upon God.

"4. Labour for a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.

"5. Pore not on the comforts thou vantest; but on the mercies thou hast.

"6. Look rather to God's end in afflicting, than at the measure and degree of thy afflictions.

"7. Labour to clear up thy evidences for heaven, when God takes from thee the comforts of earth; that, as thy sufferings do abound, so thy consolations in Christ may much more abound.

"8. Though it is good to maintain a holy jealousy of the deceitfulness of thy heart, yet it is evil for thee to cherish fears and doubts about the truth of thy graces. If ever I had confidence touching the graces of another, I have confidence of grace in thee. I can say of thee, as Peter did of Sylvanus, I am persuaded that this is the grace of God wherein thou standest. Oh, my dear soul, wherefore dost thou doubt, whose heart hath been upright, whose walkings have been holy! I could venture my soul in thy soul's stead. Such confidence have I in thee!.

"9. When thou findest thy heart secure, presumptuous, and proud, then pore upon corruption more than upon grace: but when thou findest thy heart doubting and unbelieving, then look on thy graces, not on thy infirmities.

"10. Study the covenant of grace and merits of

Thou art

Christ, and then be troubled if thou canst. interested in such a covenant that accepts the righteousness of another, viz. that of Jesus Christ, as if 11 were our own. Oh my love, rest, rest then in the love of God, in the bosom of Christ!

"11. Swallow up thy will in the will of God. It is a bitter cup we are to drink, but it is the cup our Father hath put into our hands. When Paul was to go to suffer at Jerusalem, the christians could say, The will of the Lord be done. O say thou, when I go to Tower-hill, The will of the Lord be done..

"12. Rejoice in my joy. To mourn for me inordinately, argues that either thou enviest or suspectest my happiness. The joy of the Lord is my strength. O, let it be thine also! Dear wife, farewell! I will call thee wife no more: I shall see thy face no more; yet I am not much troubled; for now I am going to meet the bridegroom, the Lord Jesus Christ, to whom I shall be eternally married!

Widows, read this, and learn submission to the will of God, and heroic fort:tude under his afflictive hand.

LETTERS FROM WIDOWS.

From Mrs. Huntington, widow of an American Minister; deseribing the scene of Mr. Huntington's death, and her own behaviour at the time: a bright proof of the power of prayer. The three following letters of Mrs. Huntington, were extracted by Mr. James, from the admirable memoirs of that lady, by Rev. Dr. Wisner, and published by Crocker and Brewster. We refer the reader to this volume for other letters of deep interest and great value.-American Publishers.

"MR. HUNTINGTON was apprised, by the physician, of my arrival. There was an increase of ten to the number of his pulse upon this intelligence. When I entered the room in which he lay, he was gasping for breath; but his countenance glowed with an expression of tenderness I shall never forget, as he threw open his arms, exclaiming, 'My dear wife!" and clasped me, for some moments, to his bosom. I said, with perfect composure, 'My blessed husband, I have come at last.' He replied, 'Yes; and it is infinite mercy to me.' I told him, all I regretted was that I could not get to him sooner. He said,

with a tender consideration for my health, which he always valued more than his own, 'I am glad you could not; in your present circumstances it might have been too much for me.'

From that time, owing to the insidious nature of his disease, I had considerable hope. I had seen him. I was with him. He was as sensible of my love and of my attentions as ever; and I could not realise the stroke that was impending. Never shall I remember without gratitude the goodness of God in giving me that last week of sweet, though sorrowful intercourse with my beloved husband.

"The days and nights of solicitude drew near a fatal close. I could not think of his death. At that prospect nature revolted. I felt as if it would be comparatively easy to die for him. But the day before his death, when all spoke encouragement, 1 felt we must part. In the bitterness of my soul went into the garret. It was the only place I could have without interruption. Never shall I forget that hour. Whether in the body or out, I could scarcely tell. I drew near to God. Such a view of the reality and nearness of eternal things I had never had. It seemed as if I was somewhere with God. I cast my eye back on this life, it seemed a speck. I felt that God was my God, and my husband's God; that this was enough; that it was a mere point of difference whether he should go to heaven first or I, seeing we should both go so soon. My mind was filled with satisfac on with the government of God. 'Be ye

followers of them who, through faith an. patience, inherit the promises,' seemed to be the exhortation given me upon coming back to this world. I do not mean that there were any bodily or sensible appearances. But I seemed carried away in the spirit. I pleaded for myself and children travelling through this distant country. It seemed as if I gave them, myself, and husband up entirely; and it was made sure to me that God would do what was best for

us.

From that time, though nature would have her struggles, I felt that God had an infinite right to do what he pleased with his own; that he loved my husband better than I did; that if he saw him ripe for his rest, I had no objections to make. All the night he was exercised with expiring sufferings, and rod was pouring into my soul one truth and promise of the gospel after another. I felt it sweet for him to govern. There was a solemn tranquillity filled the chamber of death. It was an hour of extremity to one whom Jesus loved. I felt that He was there, that angels were there, that every agony was sweetened and mitigated by One, in whose sight the death of his saints is precious. I felt as if I had gone with the departing spirit to the very utmost boundary of this land of mortals, and as if it would be easier for me to drop the body which confined my soul in its approach towards heaven, than retrace all the way I had gone. When the intelligence was brought to me that the conflict was over, it was good news-]