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sternation and misery, when death undeceives them, and opens their eyes, not in the bright regions of glory, but in the yawning gulf of black despair. O, if I should be deceived, and go blindfolded to hell, while my hopes of heaven are firm and bright, how dreadful will be my condemnation, how aggravated my doom!

But while I see myself a vile and guilty sinner, I see likewise that Christ is just such a Savior as my perishing soul stands in need of, every way fit, excellent and glorious. On "the cross all stain'd with hallowed blood” hangs my hope, my refuge, my only sure support against despair. Jesus, precious, soulrefreshing, life-giving name! Let it be sweeter than the sound of music to our ears, and invaluably dear to our sin-sick hearts. Christ, Immanuel is the only Physician of the wounded conscience, the only passport to the favor of God, and the only way to eternal life. O may we be allured and captivated by his transporting beauties and heavenly charms, and be favored abundantly with the soft whispers of his love and grace! May you, my dear and amiable friend, experience more and more the riches of his mercy and goodness, and sitting daily at his feet with Mary of old, find his fruit sweet to your taste, and his presence and smiles your song and your solace in the house of your pilgrimage. May your declining days glide sweetly, and serenely away, filled with usefulness, duty and happiness. May death advance stript of his terrors, as a welcome messenger to convey you home; and, while his cold hand presses on your furrowed

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cheek, may your moments be gilded with the bright rays of the Sun of righteousness, and reflect the joys and glories of heaven. And when your parting spirit wings its upward flight, may it be introduced into the glorious regions of immortality and bliss, to unite with the company of the redeemed in one harmonious and endless song of praise to the Lamb. To these ardent breathings of my heart, I think you will add, Amen. Even so be it, thou lovely Immanuel!

Please to let me have a respectful and affectionate remembrance to your daughter and grand-daughters, with wishes for a visit from them. If you can gain another hand to write, why cannot you send me some advice and instruction? Ever in your best moments pray for your unworthy Fanny; and accept this as a small testimony of her friendship, and wish to oblige.

Note to Mrs. H. P. of Bradford, then at Beverly.
Sabbath eve. 1814.

You seem, my dear Mrs P. exceedingly distressed with a view of your sinfulness, and tho I am far, very far, from that knowledge of my heart and that acquaintance with the evil of sin, you appear to possess, yet I think, for this painful discovery you ought to be thankful Will not your heart always be wicked in this world? and do you not daily pray for greater sight of its vileness? And could you have any evidence you had repented of sin, unless you had seen its turpitude and malice? Rejoice, then, evermore. The religion of Jesus, tho it involves trials, crosses, and conflicts, unpleasant and far

from small, is yet a happy réligion, and brings with it present enjoyment. Do let us seek for a little of heaven by the way. Let our souls anchor on the only sure Foundation, and then let Satan rage and threaten, let the globe shake to its very centre, and "the wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds," cover the wicked with confusion and despair, our peace and joy shall remain firm, and smiling serenity shall calm our bosoms. Well, Satan has not long to reign, and tho he devours whom he may, yet not whom he would. May you lift up your standard against him, and find your Captain helping you to fight, and may shouts of victory, victory through him, soon fall from our lips.

In your best moments supplicate for your obliged FANNY.

Note to Mrs. H. P. of Bradford, then at Beverly, AFTER the hurry and toil of the day, I hail a retired moment in my dear chamber, to unfold my feelings to my beloved sister, and affectionate fellow-traveller. If you wish to know how my mind has been employed today, I can tell you-much as usual-on the state of religion here, and the awful coldness of those, who have professed to have union to our dear Lord Jesus. I could weep, when I think of the divine injunction, "Be not conformed to this world, but be ye transformed by the renewing of your minds," and almost question whether the eye of the formal professor ever met it. I am decidedly of opinion, that the check of this revival is to be ascribed in a great degree to those who proclaim them

selves Zion's friends; and if I be the ascursed Achan, alas! my heart trembles. I would not for worlds be a mean of retarding this blessed work; but alas! I have reason to fear. O my friend, what shall we do. at this critical moment? I long to see Christians take a decided, bold and consistent stand on the Lord's side, and let others see the wide difference between them, and the frozenhearted formalist. When the Lord shall come to search Jerusalem with candles, how many will be discovered to be settling on their lees, and at ease in Zion. For millions of worlds, I would not be in their case, and incur their ter rific woe. Let me then search and examine, and rest in nothing short of that heart-renew. ing change, which alone secures acceptance with my Judge. Great is the deceitfulness of the heart, and numerous are its refuges of lics. Who, that knows it, dares to trust it? I long, as it were, to fly beyond mine to the adorable Redeemer, and solace myself in his ever blessed smiles; but this stubborn and relentless thing ties me down to dust, and mocks my fond desires. Well, there are no wicked hearts in heaven, no cold affections, no earthborn passions, no evil thoughts; but all immor tal ardor, love and delight.

JOURNAL, 1814.

April 2. I am a wonder to myself; and I am such a mystery of mysteries that I am in doubt what to think of my real state and character. I have little, very little, solid evidence of my interest in the promises, and of true and supreme love to the most glorious and all perfect Jehovali,

My heart is so basely deceitful, that I find it ex. ceedingly difficult to determine what motives influence my conduct, and I am sometimes almost led to think, that I never had one exercise incompatible with supreme attachment to self that all the religion I have, or ever had, is a regard to my own personal interest. Yet I humbly hope I have seen moments, when self was out of view, when I could rejoice in the character of God, and view it as altogether excellent and glorious, worthy of the love and admiration of intelligent creatures, and feel perfect complacency in his universal and sovereign government-when all his ways and works appeared righteous and holy, and therein I could take satisfaction. When sorrow and trouble have thrown a gloom over my aspect, and sunk my feeble heart, I could sweetly take comfort from these three little words, "The Lord reigns." This brief sentence, short, yet full, is of more worth, and goes farther to reconcile the pious person to his condition, than all the numerous and splendid volumes of the Vatican.* It supports my mind under present depression, and alleviates anxiety for the future; and O may it ever be my strong hold in all the adverse and chequered scenes of this transitory life. My days, I feel, are hurrying away, and I am rapidly gliding down the hill of life to the low mansions of the dead. Yonder is death, waiting for his prey, and the grave opening to receive me. Το mortals and their cares and joys and trials, I soon shall bid the long farewell. Ye, that

*The Pope's palace, containing one of the richest libraries in the world.

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