Let not a repining thought arise in this heart. Let not a word flow from these lips, which indicates discontentment with the allotments of Providence.

Sept. 26. Saturday. Visited Mr. D.

thou, who art perfectly acquainted with the inmost recesses of my heart, O, I beseech thee, if I am deceived, to make known to me the deception. O may my affections, desires and hopes centre in Christ. May I build upon this sure Foundation for time and eternity. O thou blessed Jesus, condescend to visit me early with thy mercy, that I may be glad and rejoice all my days. O be thou the guide of my youth, the strength of my riper years, and my everlasting portion, and I am satisfied.

Alas, I intended to devote the greater part of this night to prayer; but feel so unwell and · so drowsy, that I fear I shall hold out but a short time. O gracious God, fit me for the solemn duties before me; divest my mind of every worldly thought, and fit me to partake of the sacramental bread and wine. Blessed Savior, condescend to grant my request. O be with me in to-morrow's solemn transaction.

Sept. 27. Sabbath eve. This day I publicly gave myself to God, and was permitted to commemorate my Savior's dying love. O what a wonder, that I, the most unworthy of mortals, should be brought to the marriagesupper of the Lamb.

A most excellent sermon was preached from these words, "I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.' ." Much was said to the youth.

I have now made a profession of the Chris

tian religion, and given myself up to God in my youthful years. I trust I shall ever find satisfaction in what I have done. I have done it in the vigor of health, in the prime of my age. I choose to take up the cross, and daily to follow the blessed Jesus, rather than indulge myself in youthful pleasures. Indeed I have not the least wish for the vain amusements of life. Religion only is capable of giving that happiness, which will remain, when every earthly comfort fails. If we are destitute of this, we are destitute of every thing, which can render us truly amiable in life, and happy through death and eternity.

Oct. 3. I find I am easily susceptible of that hateful, that detestable sin, anger. Tho I abhor it, yet it still remains in this depraved heart. O for a complete victory.

Tomorrow is the blessed day. I always long for the return of the Sabbath. Tho it is seldom I hear the preached word, I love to join with the dear saints in worshipping God.

Oct. 5. Again visited he house of mourn. ing. O how fast we drop into the silent grave. Relentless death snatches the parent from the

children, and the children from the parent. Lord, sanctify this bereavement to surviving relatives and friends. O give them those heavenly joys, which far surpass all earthly comforts. May they so consider their latter end, as to apply their hearts unto wisdom. Lord, enable the parents to bring up their remaining children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. And may they have grace to fice all youthful vanities, and remember their Creator in their early days. O may their ten

der minds be impressed with the importance of religion. May they aspire after durable enjoyments, even those, which are never-fading. Lord prepare them for an early or later death, and at last receive them into the mansions of bliss, which thou hast prepared for all those who love and serve thee. O may the companions of the deceased take this into serious consideration, and prepare for death, judgment and eternity.

Nov. 1. Sabbath. O how can I express my thanks to the lovely Savior for instituting this sacred day. I went almost entirely stupid to the house of God; but there those feelings were revived, that had lain so long dormant, O thanks, thanks be to the great Redeemer, who was made a curse for us, who has suffer. ed in our stead, to purchase for us eternal salvation, which is free for the vilest of sinners. How ought I to mourn my ungrateful treatment of the Son of God. How often have I wounded and grieved him. Dear Jesus, O forgive me. Pardon n aggravated transgressions; and receive me into thy favor, which I esteem more than all the glories of this transitory world. O give me strength in time to come, that I may be more engaged to promote thy glory in a stupid world. Ŏ make me a sanctified vessel, tho of the meanest use.

Nov. 2. Tomorrow by divine leave I expect to go to Bradford with my sister. May God bless the visit. O may my conversation be such, as becometh the gospel of Christ.

Nov. 4. Yesterday my sister and I rode to my beloved Bradford. This afternoon returned with the amiable and pious N. H

By hearing good conversation, my feelings are somewhat revived. When I left home, I was almost entirely stupid. O how shameful for me to be stupid, when I have always so much to awaken me. O how little do I love the most glorious and most excellent of beings, if I love at all. O what an ungrateful, stupid heart is mine.

Nov. 14. Saturday Eve. With another Sabbath in view I resume my pen. I have been informed that P. W. wishes to join the church. Mr. D. says she gives satisfactory evidence of a change of heart. O may she be a sincere advocate for the religion of Jesus. How beautiful, to see the youth openly professing the name of Christ. How pleasing to every benevolent mind to see them forsaking the vanities of this ungodly world, and devoting their early days to the service of the great Redeemer. O what vast encouragement is given to youth, to seek God in the morning of life. This is certainly the most favorable season for becoming religious.

JOURNAL, 1808.

Jan. 16. I am resolved by divine assistance to spend my time in a better manner, and to redeem more of it from sleep, from vain conversation and from other things, which have hitherto engaged my attention. I intend to spend more time in retirement-in communing with my heart and with my God. Let my conversation be in heaven. I will read and meditate more and oftener, if possible upon divine things. O Lord, assist me in putting my resolutions into practice. Preserve me

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from embracing any thing, that may dishonor thy cause, or injure my immortal soul.

April 21. Next Sabbath I am to commemorate the dying love of my Redeemer. But is he mine? Am I united to him by a living, operative faith? Am I willing to forsake every thing for him? Do I love him? Do I hate sin, not only considered in its destructive tendency, but as the murderer of my Savior? Blessed Jesus, am I thine? Do I love thee above every thing else? I think I do. O for a more firm trust in him, and more intimate communion with him. What means all this backwardness, dulness, and stupidity? Are these consistent with a state of grace? Shew me, dear Lord, O discover to me my situation. Let me not be deceived.

May 10. Harriet's father is dead. This dear, this amiable girl has followed to the gloomy grave her beloved parent. O that God, the almighty God, would comfort and support her under all her trials.

May 15. Eliza, my dear sister, is very sick. A few hours, and her state will be fixed. I must follow to the grave another sister, a dear, dear child. I have no hope of her life. That dear, that sprightly child must find a mansion in the tomb. No longer shall these ears hear her charming voice; nor these arms fold her to my longing bosom. For some time she has been speechless.. Dear, dear child, how much you suffer. O that the Almighty God would make her the subject of renewing grace. Lord, fit her to inhabit the regions of bliss. O give me strength to bear all the trials, which await me, without one repining word, or mur