God; yet if we have one spark of grace, shall we not drop a few words, and talk as much on this as on other themes? 1 remain your affectionate FANNY.

JOURNAL, 1813.

July. O in what language shall I record the death of my Harriet? Alas, my pen trembles, my heart bleeds, my eyes are drowned in tears, my spirit is wounded by an arrow from the Almighty. How shall I write that name, which has long been bound up in the tenderest fibres of my heart, while the dearly belov. ed object that bore it is no more on earth? Earth was too low, too mean a habitation for thy residence, and thy celestial spirit, tired of all below the sun, has winged its aerial flight to congenial climes. No more dost thou wander from thy native land to the sultry climes of India, nor from that ungrateful soil to the distant Isle of France, conversant with toils, and care, and sorrow, and tears, ill suited to thy tender health, and still more tender spirit; for thou hast found thy everlasting home, where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest. No more it remains a question where thou shalt labor, and whither thou shalt go. For thy labors, thy wanderings, thy anxieties, and thy perils received a final termination in the swellings of Jordan, and thy immortal part has found that rest, which shali never be alloyed with a rising sigh or falling tear, a rest in the bosom of thy loved RedeemThou hast bidden farewell to this adverse clime, to thy sorrowing partner, thy widowed mother and mourning friends, to meet thy

er.

Father, and thy God, and kindred spirits in realms of bliss. Far from this western world, the land that gave thee birth, far from thy maternal abode, and the tender bosom of a beloved mother, a stranger in a strange land, thou languishedst on the bed of death, and closedst thine eyes on things below. On yonder distant Isle thy spirit took its early flight, and mingled with the inhabitants of heaven. Strangers hovered o'er thy dying bed, caught the last beams of thy closing eyes, and heard the soft concluding accents that quivered on thy faltering lips; and their tears bedewed thy lamented grave. Ah, as if the land of thy birth could not afford thee a grave, thou hast found one in a heathen land, over which the tears of thy mother and thy Fanny cannot flow. Thy amiable disposition and endearing virtues shall however live in my affectionate remembrance, and thy early departure be embalmed with the tears of friendship, and the sighs of grief. Long shall my memory retain thy lovely image, the benignant traces of that countenance, which now moulders in the ruins of death, and consecrates the fields of superstition, vice and error.

Ah! I have lost a friend. The universal conqueror has snatched from my little circle of friends, one of my best beloved and most deserving. The cold hand of death has levelled my Harriet with the dust, and laid her body beneath the clods of the valley!

Ye poor pagans, let floods of sorrow roll down your sable faces for one who loved you. For you she bade her friends adieu; for you she was tossed on the wide Atlantic; for yor

she became inured to hardship and wo; and for you she paid the debt of nature in a far distant and unfavorable clime.

Ye Christians! followers of her to a king. dom of glory, drop one tear over her early exit, and emulate with zeal her example of humble piety, christian fortitude and cheerful selfdenial, and rejoice in the prospect of hailing her happy spirit in the New Jerusalem.

Ye dead sinners, weep not for her, but for yourselves; for she deplored your wretchedness; she prayed and toiled for your everlasting good, and fain would her benevolent soul have snatched you from the precipice on which you totter, and established your feet on a Rock, firmer than the pillars of the universe, and durable as eternity itself.

Ye tender relatives and affectionate friends, let the thought of her comsummate bliss and immortal glory console your anguished spirits, and impart serenity and peace to your bleeding bosoms. From yonder hill of Zion, she speaks in accents of mild affection and soothing tenderness, "Dry up your falling tears, compose your restless passions with holy assiduity, follow me as far as I have followed my blest Redeemer, and prepare to meet me, where my Savior and my God forever dwell."

With pensive pleasure, I review the days of other years. My officious memory retraces those scenes, and joys departed never to return; but which are engraven in indelible characters on my heart, and shall often be the theme of my meditations. In the literary seminary in the beloved Bradford, I found my Harriet of congenial sentiments and feelings,

and capable of all the sensibilities and refinements of amity; and with her I commenced that intercourse of heart with heart, and interchange of mutual endearments, which many years and many vicissitudes served but to cement, corroborate and improve. Auspicious summer! grateful is the recollection of thee to my burdened heart. How often in reciprocal embraces did we traverse the verdant groves, conversing on the interests of Zion, and things pertaining to the kingdom of God-on the celestial beauties of our Immanuel and the ineffable worth of our immortal souls. Ah, how little did we then think, that mighty waters, and trackless forests, and towering mountains, were to separate our mortal frames, and debar a pleasurable interview. How little did I think that thou wast to tread a path, untrodden by the fair daughters of Columbia, a path strewed with peculiar and heart-appalling trials, and through so many foes and tiresome toils force thy way to the haven of rest. How little did we think, that in the far distant Isle of France, thou wast to close thy eyes on things below, and open them in eternal day. Bu tho thy first and earliest friends witnessed not the last scene of thy mortal sufferings, nor smoothed thy dying pillow with their lenient sympathies and efforts, yet we trust the bosom of Jesus was thy rest, his heavenly smiles thy solace, and benignant angels thy guard; and thus attended and supported, thou didst greet the peaceful port of heavenly rest.

Happy spirit, I congratulate thy safe acces sion to immortal joys. O may I meet thee on that blissful shore, where the parting sound

and tear are known no more, where all the favored inhabitants are cemented in the most endearing and everlasting bonds in the presence of that Jesus who is all in all O may the friendship, formed in these frigid regions, be transplanted to heavenly climes, and there glow with immortal ardor, and burn with a purified and exalted flame beneath the beams of the Sun of Righteousness, and surrounded by all the transcendantly glorious beauties of the celestial Paradise. O may I join my humbler voice with thine in everlasting strains of melodious praise, and vie with seraphim and cherubim in one harmonious concert of sublime adoration and grateful homage to him that sits on the throne and the Lamb forever and ever.

Well, my dear Harriet, I leave you there, and when all the transient joys and sorrows of this mortal life shall cease to interest me, when my spirit is just ready to loose from earth, and commence its flight through the vast regions of boundless space, O may you hail its introduction to that bright world, where you have arrived, to spend endless ages in rehearsing the wonders of redeeming love.

Ah, how many fervent prayers have been lodged in the court of heaven for my dear Har. riet, while she was beyoud their reach, employed in cheerful praise. Well, they shall not be lost, if offered in real faith and Ancerity. But tho I supplicate for her no more, yet O let me not cease to remember the little mission in which she was so ardently interested, and which she bore on her heart, when almost overwhelmed with personal trials. Let me