solation of thinking of you, and reading your letters, all of which I have preserved. In imagination I shall often visit Hindostan, and with ineffable delight behold you instructing the poor Hindoos. I shall participate in your joys and sorrows, and wish you the presence and the smiles of the Prince of peace. May you live eminently devoted to Him here on earth, and enjoy an eternity of consummate bliss and unfading glory with him in heaven.

You will perceive I have adverted to the difficulties and trials, which you must encounter in your intended migration; but I hope they will be no discouragement. No situation in life is exempt from trouble. I trust you will have wisdom from above, to direct you in this and every important undertaking. I wish you would favor me with a visit. I long to see you. You must write. I shall inquire for a letter from you, when I see Bradford friends, and I hope I shall not be disappointed. Present my respects to your mother, and love to all dear friends. While I trust you are all engagedness in religion, and enjoying times of refreshing from the presence of the Lord, O do remember your vile, worhless, stupid friend. FANNY WOODBURY.

Letter to Miss B. B. of Wenham.

My dear Betsy,

Beverly, July, 1811.

NoT having had an opportunity to converse with you of late, it has just occurred to my thoughts that I would write. In writing I can communicate my ideas much more unreserveilly, than in conversation. We, my dear

cousin, are probationers for a never ending eternity, and must sooner or later enter upon a state of inconceivable felicity, or hopeless despair, according as our characters are, when we leave this world.

We are near neighbors to the world of spirits; we are bordering upon heaven or hell. Life is short and uncertain. Death stands ready to execute his office, to lay our bodies in the grave, and to send our souls to the tribunal of a holy God, where a just and irreversible sentence shall be pronounced, according to our conduct in this state of trial. How infinitely important then, that we make sure of an interest in the Savior, and secure a part ́in his redemption, which will be an everlasting source of joy and glory, when time shall be no more.

You, my cousin, peculiarly need the consolations of religion. You have experienced of late much weakness and pain, and are still feeble. How much do you need patience to support you under your trials. How much do you need a heart crucified to the world, and entirely devoted to God. How much do you need an almighty Friend, to guide, and cheer you in your weak and languid condition, and to be the Physician of your diseased soul. May these divine blessings be yours; and then you will be contented and happy, tho you should be destined to endure months and years of . pining and distressing sickness.

We know we must die. Thousands have been ingulfed in the boundless ocean of evernity, since I began this letter.* All the con

* It is computed that probably about 4000 of the hamaIL race die every hour.

cerns of time, all opportunities of doing and getting good, are over with them. Our earthly career also will soon be terminated. This night our souls my be required of us; and O the awful idea of dying in sin, of appearing at the judgment-seat of Christ, destitute of a Savior's righteousness. Now let us both resolve in the strength of God, to seek the Lord, and spend our few remaining days in his service. Then he will be our friend and refuge, when strength and heart fail, and our portion forever.

F. W.

Letter to Miss S. K. of Wenham, then at Atkinson Academy. Beverly, July, 1811.

My dear Sally,

I FELT a little anxiety on your account, as I understood you were in a state of debility; but I hope your health is now re-established. I enjoy remarkable health at present—a blessing, which in some degree I know how to estimate, baving been so much deprived of it. May our hearts be grateful to the Giver of every good and perfect gift for this and all his favors, of the least of which we are infinitely unworthy. But when we glance a thought on the transcendantly glorious work of redemption, are we not lost in wonder and admiration? That Jesus should condescend to veil his divinity in humanity, come down into this lower region of sin and sorrow, endure numberless hardships and trials, and at last submit to the ignominious and agonizing death of the cross for rebel worms, is truly astonishing. "Heaven wept, that man might smile. Heaven bled, that man might never die." Amazing, stupendous

thought. May it make a deep and salutary impression on our cold and marble hearts. The salvation of one soul is vastly important. But when millions are emancipated from the galling yoke of sin and Satan, and not only saved from all the corroding anguish of black despair, but raised to immortal glory and consummate felicity, to progress in knowledge and in grace, and to sing the song of Moses and the Lamb through a never ending eternity -how august, how transcendant, how infinitely glorious the salvation. Redemption! It is a theme, studied by departed saints, with increasing delight and rapturous triumph. With what ineffable joy do they gaze on the Redeemer, while they sing in sublime and melodious strains, "To him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, be honor and glory and power forever.". But ah, how inadequate and low are my conceptions of that exceeding and eternal weight of glory, reserved for those, whose robes have been washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb. How little do I know of the amiable character of Immanuel, who is the brightness of his Father's glory, and the express image of his person. May we, my dear cousin, learn to sit with Mary at Jesus' feet, and with the beloved disciple recline our weary heads on his dear bosom. It is an inestimable privilege, which he has graciously offered to the weary and heavy-laden, the humble and contrite soul, and which we should endeavor duly to appreciate.

We are poor ignorant creatures; and we should daily strive to acquire useful literature;

but especially to grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. A knowledge of the sciences is very desirable; but how much more important is the knowledge of our own depraved hearts, and Jesus Christ, the glorious Savior of sinners; whom to know aright is life eternal. For the acquisition of the former, I imagine you are in a very eligible situation; and I hope in no unfavorable one for the cultivation of the latter. A mind, stored with useful literature, enlarged and adorned with genuine religion, an amiable deportment, suavity of disposition and manners, are in my view of infinitely more value; than the transient charms of personal beauty, and all the affluence the Indies can afford. I pity the deluded votaries of vanity and folly, and earnestly wish they had a disposition for study, and propensity to piety and devotion; that they might find profitable employment in every changing scene and vacant hour. Whatever others do, my dear cousin, let us determine to improve our minds and hearts, by every proper mean in our power. Learning will not be inimical to our felicity or usefulness; but on the contrary will augment both, if ab. tained from pure and noble motives, and judi• ciously improved. I hope you will strive to excel in every thing you undertake to learn, and make laudable proficiency in your various studies.

My dear friend, let us endeavor to realize the brevity and uncertainty of life, the worth of the soul, and the importance of being pre. pared for death. How awful the thought of dying in sin. How inevitable and tremendous