ment hangs my everlasting all. I will not be so imprudent as to depend on a long life, How can I wish to dwell long in this world of sin and wo? O could I live the holy and useful life, which some live, what happiness would pervade my breast. How sweetly, and almost imperceptibly, would my days pass away. O what is life, if I live not to the glory of God, and the good of my fellow mortals? "That life is long, which answers life's great end."

April 29. This sacred day, if God permit, I shall worship him in his courts, and commemorate the death of Jesus Christ. But have I on the wedding-garment of Christ's righteousness? How dreadful is my situation, if I have no true love to Christ, no interest in his death. O my God, if I am deceived, shew me the deception. If I have never seen the evil nature of sin, and hated it as such; if I have never mourned over my own and others sins; if I have never seen the beauty and excellency of Jesus, and been enabled to embrace him as my only Savior; if I have never given myself unconditionally and unreservedly into thine hands, O now, now, I beseech, I entreat thee, implant these holy feelings and exercises in my heart. O fit me to perform the duties incumbent on me. Restrain my thoughts from wandering. Be thou the keeper of my heart. Enable me to depend on thee for grace and strength.

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May 26. Thanks be to the Giver of every good and perfect gift, for extensive revivals of religion in many places. O may our Jesus go on from conquering to conquer, from sea to sea, from shore to shore, tilf he has the heathen

for his inheritance and the uttermost parts of the earth for his possession. My God, my God, carry on thy glorious work in spite of the combined opposition of earth and hell. Let it extend, and extend, and extend, till this world, which is now full of error, of arimosities, of deceit, and infidelity, shall be an emblem of that world of light, love, peace and joy, where Jesus is all in all. With joy I hear of thy mighty work in my places; but particularly in the lower part of this town. And will it not reach this parish? Dear Lord, animate my brethren and sisters in prayer. And O wilt thou incline thine ear to hear, and when thou hearest, answer, for thy dear Son's sake.

I long to hear my dear companions in this place, with hearts enraptured with the love of Jesus, sing his praises, and speak the sweet language of Canaan. Yes, even tho I should have no part nor lot with them, yet it is my great desire to see the cause of Christ flourish, and prevail in the world. I must, I will, rejoice that Jesus reigns, and will do all his pleasure.

May 12. I have been entertained a part of the day with the thought that tomorrow is the Sabbath. O how often in the week do I look forward to the Sabbath, and long for its approach..

"When six days of labor, each other succeeding,
Have with hurry and toil my spirits oppress'
How pleasant to think, as the last is receding,
Tomorrow will be a sweet Sabbath of rest."

O that I may lie down encircled, as it were, in my Redeemer's arms, and yield myself to

sleep with a heart enlarged with gratitude to God, and love to all mankind. Ah me, how many are now enduring unspeakable pain of body, and just ready to launch into eternity; how many mourning and weeping for the loss of some temporal comfort; how many agonizing under a load of sin and guilt, roll and turn, till they are weary of life, and long for the grave. O how good is God, that I have a prospect of quiet rest. May sleep fit me to perform the duties of tomorrow with alacrity. O that I may awake with renewed experience of the mercy of God, with a heart entirely devoted to him.

May 27. While perplexed with doubts and fears, I providentially took up Buck's "Christian Review," and read with great comfort the following questions: "If I am a hypocrite, what mean these tears, these anxieties, respecting my state? Why so wretched, when I fall into sin? Why so happy, when kept from it? Why, if I am to be cast away, do I main. tain the struggle? Why did I formerly renounce the world; and how was I able to rise superior to it, if I never was a recipient of grace? If I be deceived, what mean the happy Sabbaths I have enjoyed, the delightful feelings I have possessed, when at the throne of grace? Surely if my heart has never been changed, then from what have all my former views, experience, enjoyments, desires, conflicts and feelings been derived?" Thus was my soul set at liberty; and O let it be filled with the praises of my adorable Redeemer. I have enjoyed a happy freedom in secret duty this morning, and must now prepare to commem

orate my Savior's dying love. O Lord, grant me the assistance of thy Holy Spirit. Without his enlivening and sanctifying influences, I ean do nothing acceptably to thee. O fit me to perform the duties of the day, for Jesus' sake.

Letter to Miss H. W. of Winchendon.

My dear, dear Hannah,

Beverly, June, 1810,

IMMEDIATELY on the reception of your in teresting epistle, I retired to write; but had scarcely seated myself, when information was brought me of company below. This will apologize for my seeming neglect.

I believe I had sensations similar to yours, on the memorable day you left us. Something seemed to whisper, that we should meet no more on earth, no more ramble in the verdant fields and luxuriant meads, nor read and converse together. Should we behold each other no more here, may we meet in heaven, to join myriads of celestial spirits in singing the praises of our God and Redeemer.

I have this afternoon attended the funeral of an engaging, lovely child. How frequently, my cousin, is this declaration of God verified, "Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. Many, with whom we were once acquainted, now sleep in the grave, and are turning to their primeval dust. And shall we not follow? Most certainly we shall. Since then death is inevitable, how important it is, that our lamps be trimmed and burning. When we pass the Jordan of death, that "bourne from whence no traveller returns," may the heav

enly Canaan open to our view. May our souls be clothed with the righteousness of Christ, that we may enter into that rest, which remains for the people of God.

It is with reluctance that I close. It is now past ten o'clock, and I must write to your sister before I sleep, or not at all. I long to see you. I shall expect a letter from you by my parents. How do you do? How do you pass your time? I have a constant pain in my head, which is often acute.

of you.

This makes me think

I saw our friend Bethiah W. a few days since. She appeared very serious. O may God have mercy on her lost soul, and bring r out of nature's darkness into his marvellous light. O what are perishing worlds to one soul, that never ceases to exist. May we look with a noble indifference on all sublunary enjoyments, and lay up a treasure in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal.

With fervent wishes for your temporal and spiritual felicity, I subscribe myself, yours af fectionately, FANNY WOODBURY.

JOURNAL, 1810.

June 30. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.. With unspeakable joy I hear of the conviction and conversion of numbers around me. King Jesus is displaying his power in bringing many out of darkness into his marvellous light, and filling their souls with holy love and joy. O what reason have I to bless and praise his holy Dame for the wonders he is doing in this guil