go mourning all the day long. It becomes. Christians to rejoice in the Lord, that they may show to others, that religion is not a melancholy thing, as many are prone to believe. And the Lord is pleased, when he sees his children abound in grateful joy and praise, united with penitence and humility.

My dear, dear sister, take comfort, and still hope in your covenant God; for he is a Rock, upon which you may stand securely, in time and to eternity. He has been your helper in six troubles, and in seven; and he will be your refuge forever, giving you abundant reason still to sing of his mercy, faithfulness and loving kindness. The soul that leans on him shall never be dismayed, nor confounded; but shall go from strength to strength in this desert land, and hereafter appear in the Zion above, to join the innumerable company around the throne in songs of ceaseless praise. May this be the privilege of my dear sister, and her unworthy Fanny. O may grace, free grace, make us meet for the blessedness of the redeemed above, and, when time shall close with us, introduce us to that city, not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. And to grace shall be all the glory.

May the Lord bless you and showers of the richest blessings. commune with God, sometimes

yours with

When you think of me.

Letter to Mrs. L. B. of Salem.

My dear Mrs. B.

F. W.

Beverly, Sept. 11, 1814,

I AM happy to acknowledge the receipt of a few lines from you last evening, by which I

understand the intention of your sisters, to devote to prayer a part of the hour from two to three, when from one to two is not practicable. I rejoice that you have agreed to meet in spirit at the throne of grace, and I think the time you specify, the best which could be selected, more especially on account of its nearness to ours. I shall often in imagination visit your retirements, and participate with you in the heavenly solace of communion with God, while my warmest wishes shall ascend in unison with yours, that our supplications may be those of humble faith and sincerity, that they may meet with the divine acceptance through the mediation of our adorable Immanuel. "Praying breath shall not be spent in

vain."

Blessed are those who sigh and try in secret places for the abominations which abound in our guilty land; for their tears anmoans shall be a sweet memorial before God of their detestation of sin, and of their ardent love to the souls of sinners. And tho the Almighty may pour out his fury unceasingly upon our much loved country, yet his dear children are safely hid in his pavilion, and shall surely find him a present help in time of trouble. He is a resting place, where we may sweetly repose our souls, when heavy laden with a sense of indwelling iniquity, and burdened with op pressive wo. He presides over our convulsed world, overrules all events for the good of his church, and the glory of his name; and with a regard to that auspicious period, when af shall know him from the least to the greate, and the beauty of Zion shine conspicuously over

this benighted earth. When shall the millennial morn shed its cheering splendor among the nations, and the Day Star from on high lighten the heathen tribes to the mount of glory? O when shall the lapsed millions of our race, fasten every hope of bliss on the cross.of Calvary, and unite in one vast harmonious chorus of praise to the Lamb? O for the long expected era, when all the ends of the earth shall rejoice in the salvation of God, be filled with the happy subjects of redeeming grace, and reflect the image of that upper world, where holiness, peace and happiness display their heavenly charms, and songs of joy drop with divine melody from every lip. Tho we,

my amiable friend, may ere that time close our eyes on mortal things, yet if our spirits salute the glories, which grow on mount Zion, we shall behold from thence the victories of Immanuel on this perishable ground; and O what gladness, what transport, what rapture, will fire our bosoms at the glorious view. May the bliss of Paradise be ours to enjoy, when these changing scenes end with us in an unchanging eternity.

I often think of our first and last interview with pensive pleasure, and hope you will favor me with another, if you find it consistent But as life and all things here are uncertain; I di rect my eyes to a region, where the saints of the Most High shall ail soon collect to part no more forever, and where pious friends shall be more intimately and endearingly allied, than it is possible to be in this unfriendly clime. My dea, dear sister, may we see each other there, and enjoy a friendship ineffably sublime, which

no death or separation shall ever wound-a friendship, pure as those realms of light, and

immortal as our souls.

When you have an hour of leisure, you will give joy to my heart by writing a long letter, tho I am most unworthy. Tender most respectful and affectionate love to dear Mr. B. accompanied with an ardent wish, that the Lord would shed upon him abundantly the influences of his sanctifying, illumining and comforting Spirit, and make him an eminent instrument of good to immortal beings. May you, my dear Mrs. B. enjoy r chly that peace, which passes understanding, pass your flecting days in tranquillity and usefulness, and, when the scene of mortal life closes, enter into that rest, which remains for the people of God.

Accept with candor this small expression of my esteem; and, when you commune with Heaven, raise one affectionate petition for your unworthy FANNY.

JOURNAL, 1814.

Oct. 2. Have this day been permitted to encircle the table of my divine Redeemer, and again renew my engagements to be his. But ab, what coldness, what indifference, what amazing sottishness usurp their sway over my heart, and paralize every rising emotion of pi-s ety. What infinite reason have I to abase myself below all mankind, and freely confess, I am of sinners the very chief. OI need true humility, a deep and abiding view of my own depravity, while faith's enlightened eye fastens on the bleeding Lamb of God, and points to a

region where perfection flourishes in immortal charms. Beauteous indeed must be that house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens, filled with holy inhabitants, and abounding with every blessing its Maker can devise. May I be so favored as to find some humble mansion there, when this earthly tenement shall be dissolved by the chilling blast of death, and sink beneath the sod. O my Redeemer, be thou my Sun to illumine my path through this benighted world, and to gild the Jonely vale of death with some heavenly ray. Let the precious blood with which thou didst once crimson the rugged. nails and accursed cross, be efficaciously applied to my polluted soul, that it may be a temple fit for thee. Come, my Savior, remove this interposing veil, and disclose to me those boundless charms of thine, which inflame the bosom of the most exalted seraph with extasy, and tune his heart to celebrate thy praise.*

VALEDICTORY ADDRESSES,+

DICTATED BY MISS WOODBURY, ABOUT A WEEK BEFORE HER DEATH.

My Father, my Mother, my Brothers and Sisters dear; when you hear my expiring groans, when you survey my worthless remains, when you follow me in mournful silence

These were probably the last words she ever wrote. About the middle of October she was seized with an inflammation of the brain of which she did not recover.

On this solemn occasion, see felt that the subjects and the circumstances were too awfully interesting and affect ing to admit of her addressing her connexions verbally.