ry. and make us meet for glory. Realize, my friend, the desperate wickedness of your heart. Retrospect your past life, and say whether you have not lived in vain, and worse than in vain. How many precious years have you spent in pursuit of "trifles light as air," of vanities and embellishments, which truly have not profited. Did you ever perform one action with a view to the glory of God? If not, then have you never done any thing intrinsically good, or acceptable to the Searcher of hearts and Trier of reins; for he commands us to do all to his gloHave you ever felt the innate opposition of your heart to God? If you have not, it is evident you have had no just views of its depravity, nor of the character of God, nor of his holy law, which reaches to the thoughts and intents of the heart, and which denounces an awful curse on the least violation. This law you have counteracted; consequently you have incurred its heavy penalty, and stand obnoxious to the incensed wrath of the Majesty of heaven. Now may you tremblingly inquire, "What shall I do to be saved?" "Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ." "He has magnified the law, and made it honorable,"-made a complete atonement for sin, and ever liveth to make intercession for his people. Do you question his willingness to save you? Repair to Gethsemane, and from thence to Calvary. Witness his bloody sweat; behold his dying agonies, all endured for rebel sinners. Is not this sufficient? Listen then with admiring grat itude to his gracious invitations, comforting to the wounded spirit, and soothing to the sin-sick soul; "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest; and him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out." Fly then, my friend, to his expanded arms. Imbibe his spirit, emulate his example, and obey his commands. This will make you happy and useful in life, console you in affliction, smooth your dying pillow, cheer your expiring moments, and give you a part in that "rest which remaineth for the people of God." The soul is precious. It is capable of enjoying the most refined and exalted felicity, or of enduring the most complicated and consummate misery. Millions of ages hence it shall flourish in unfading spring and immortal glory, or be sinking in the abyss of corroding anguish and black despair, "where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched." The joys of heaven, the torments of hell, the brevity and uncertainty of life, the certainty of death and judgment, the unutterable worth of the soul, the superlative love of Jesus, the mercies of God, and in short every thing, urges upon you the infinite importance of an immediate renunciation of sin and reconciliation to God. And will you procrastinate? Will you continue to reject the lovely Savior, voluntarily serve the enemy of souls, and post on with celerity to destruction? Then God may in anger say, "My Spirit shall no longer strive,' and leave you to judicial blindness of mind and hardness of heart, to treasure up wrath against the day of wrath. Then you may soon unavailingly lament your dreadful infatuation, and in the doleful accents of despair cry out, "The harvest is past, the summer is 'ended, and I am not saved," You know that your life is a va por, a short passage from the cradle to the grave. Tho now in youth and health, there may be but "a step between you and death." When you witness the rays of the setting sun, reflect, that before the east is illumined with his splendor, you may have done with all below the skies, and entered on an unchangeable, eternal state. Eternity, eternity, with all its infinite joys or sorrows, hangs suspended on "an inch of time," on the frail attenuated thread of life. A few more days, perhaps hours, will decide our destiny irreversibly and eternally. How then can we "give sleep to our eyes, or slumber to our eyelids," till our peace is made with the Keeper of Israel, who never slumbers nor sleeps, and whose favor is of more worth than millions of worlds? Blessed is that person, whose God is Jehovah. May you have an eye of faith to behold the beauty, the perfection, the glory of Immanuel; and may you triumph in his pardoning love and heaven-beaming smiles. Should this be your happy case, how sincerely should I congratulate you. How pleasantly should we go to the house of God in company; how often would we converse freely on things pertaining to the kingdom of God, on Zion and Zion's King; and should Jesus condescend to join us, how would our hearts burn within us, as did the disciples' of old. Such scenes, only in imagination, almost invigorate and warm my cold and stupid heart., What then would the reality do? May this summer be a memorable, auspi cious one to you on these accounts; and innumerable ages hence, may you look back to it with enraptured joy and transporting extacy. Bradford is dear to the hearts of many who were made there to tremble under the thunder of Mount Sinai, and at length took refuge in the ark of safety, and commenced their journey Zion-ward with alacrity and zeal. For the like reasons, may it be peculiarly dear to you. Let not my hopes be frustrated. Now is the accepted time; now is the day of salvation. Consecrate your youthful days to God. The meridian of life may not be yours. I be. seech, I intreat, I conjure you, to choose that good part which "death shall double, and judgment crown." "Crown'd higher and still higher at each stage, There, O my Betsy, may I meet thee there. Write soon, and much longer than your last; and let not the freedom with which I have written offend you. Present my respects to Mr. A. and wife, and love to all who may inquire after me. Yours affectionately, FANNY WOODBURY. JOURNAL, 1812. Oct. Since I wrote last, I have made a visit to Newburyport and Bradford. My visit at Bradford was peculiarly pleasing. Christians are engaged; young converts celebrating the praises of their Redeemer; and convicted sinners inquiring what they shall do to be saved. About twenty are hopefully the subjects of re newing grace, and in this number is my dear Miss S. I hope and trust she has set her face Zion-ward, and will run the heavenly race with zeal and alacrity. May the day on which she returns be an auspicious one to Beverly. May she come in the fulness of the blessing of the gospel of Christ-come to do great and eminent good here. O for a shower of divine grace on this barren place, that Zion may be enlarged and beautified, and God glorified. O for a day of Pentecost there, when all shall be of one heart and soul; and great grace shall be upon all. O Lord, make bare thine omnipotent arm, and delight to build up thy cause, and appear in thy glory. Save this sinking church from extinction; purify it and increase its graces and its numbers. Arouse Christians from their guilty slumbers; enable them to trim their lamps, and replenish them with oil, and appear decidedly on the Lord's side. Let careless sinners tremble under the thunders of Sinai, and flee to the ark of safety. Letter to Mre, H. P. of Bradford. My dear Mrs. P. I TENDER you my sincere thanks for your very obliging letter, handed me a few hours ago. Be assured, I should duly appreciate the correspondence commenced, and will do all in my power for its continuance; but I feel, keenly feel, my own inability to write any thing worthy your perusal. I know not what can induce you to wish for any epistolary communications from me, or intercourse with me, for I am indeed no adept in letter-writing, and utterly unworthy your affection and regard. I can adopt |