speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil ?'

“To complain, would be to insult God to his face ; för affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground.' No: I would kiss the rod, and him who hath appointed it; and hope I never shall have a feeling that would refuse to say, 'thy will be done. What if, when I lie down, I cannot rest, but am full of tossing to and fro, unto the dawning of the day? What if, when I rise, I am racked with pains and pierced with stitches, so that I know not where to rest ? What, though I have a sickly stomach, and no appetite ; and, in this state, far from all who are near and dear to me except a bro. ther and sister; shall a living man complain? a man for the punishment of his sin ? Ah, no! it is enough for me to know, that my Redeemer liveth; and, that he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things and sure: this is all my salvation, and all my desire. Blessed Jesus! assure my heart of its interest in thy favour! then, in whatever state I shall be, all the days of my appointed time will I quietly wait, till my change come. In this state of mind, employed in meditating on my latter end, and in examining how matters stood between God and my soul, often my heart was over. whelmed with love and gratitude, and mine eyes ran tears of joy."

His zeal in promoting the spiritual interests of all with whom he was connected, was attended, in many cases, with the best effect. And this gave him the greatest delight, under the pressure of bodily suffering. In his diary, March 20th, 1819, he exclaims;

“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits !-Surely, if any one in the world has cause for love and gratitude to thee, my God, it is I! This day, I have heard from home; and my heart has been gladdened by the receipt of a letter, from a quarter that I did not expect. The contents afford me rich pleasure. It appears, that thou hast been pleased to bless my poor efforts to promote thy glory, and the good of my fellow creatures.

“O my God! thou knowest it is my desire to be useful in this way: it is my greatest delight. I love to speak of Jesus to my fellow men; and to recommend him with all my powers, as the one thing needful; and I thank thy blessed name, that I do it not in vain. I'hou hast been pleased to give me many proofs of this. O, had I health, strength, and ability, how happy should I esteem it, to be wholly given up to God, and his work, either at home or abroad !--0, help me to embrace every opportunity that offers now, for the purpose of recommending my dear Saviour to all around me!

* I wish to be submissive in thine hands, and to have no will but thine.If thou be pleased to give me health, well! but, if not, all will still be well. Thou hast given me what is far better-a hope full of immortality. Blessed Jesus ! only continue thy

presence; then, welcome death, or welcome life, or whatever thy will may be !--Only let me be thine, devoted to thee, my God! my all! then shall I be happy in whaterer state I may be! With thee, no scene is dreary -- with thee, all things and seasons please.”

The following letter, dated Cantorbury, May 22, 1819, was written in great distress. He had just heard of his sister's dangerous illness; and was fearful that death had closed her eyes.

“Ho OURED PARENTS, AND MY DEAR BROTHER AND SISTERS,-My heart's che. sire and prayer to God for you all, is that you may be saved. My desires, and my prayers, have been greater, and more fervent, since I read your last letter ; from which, to my great grief, I learnt, that my sister Mary is in a dying state. I was at Whitstable, a small sea port town, with a few friends, for religious instruction and prayer ; and was thus sweetly engaged, when a person, who had been to Canterbury, entered the room, aud put into my hand the letter, with the mournful tidings. My dear father, mother, brother, and sisters, with what trembling anxiety, with what uncertainty, do I write.

"Is my dear sister yet alive? does the lamp of life still burn ? is she yet on praying ground, and on peading terms with her Ma. ker? and, what will be still more pieasing to hear, is she inclined and enabled to look unto, and depend upon, a dying Saviour, for present and eternal salvation? Is this the case ? or, is the lamp of life become ex. tinct ? has she drawn her last breath, and paid, to nature, that debt which we all owe? Is her body returned to the earth whence it came, and her spirit to God who gave it ? Is it so ? Then, tell me, ye who survive her, how did she die? what were her views of an eternal world ? and, on what did she depend for salvation ? May I conclude, that her body, which now sleeps in the silence of the tomb, rests in hope of a joyful and glorious resurrection; and that her happy spirit has winged its way to mansions prepared for it in heaven? If so, happy change indeed ! I cease to mourn and grieve; and would say, with calm submission to his will, “The Lord gave ; and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the l.ord !' I would

rejoice for a sister deceased : my loss is her irfinite gain.'

" But, have I any reason to conclude it is not so ? Oh, what anguish of mind does the thought give me! What? is my sister no more? is she gone for ever? must I never see her face again in the flesh? This, this I could bear, were this all! But, have I been separated from her in time, when she gave up the ghost ; and must I be separated in eternity? must I be separated from her for ever and ever? Oh, the thought of this makes my inmost soul to bleed!

" But, I will hope better things: things that accompany salvation. I will indulge the fond hope, that my dear sister yet lives; and that the affliction with which God has visited her, has been sanctified to the good of her soul ;-that she has been led to see the vanity and emptiness of all crcated things; that there is nothing on earth that can afford her any real enjoyment; that all are as

fleeting, as a shadow; that there is nothing short of God, that can satisfy an immortal mind : I will indulge the hope, my dear sis. ter, that you have seen wbat a great sin. ner you are, by nature and by practice ; that you are entirely lost and ruined in your. self; and that, without an interest in Jesus Christ, you must forever perish ; that, hav. ing thus seen yourself a lost and undone creature, you have made the important in. quiry, 'what must I do to be saved ?' and have prayed fervently with the publican, God be merciful to me a sinner;'

“I will indulge the pleasing hope, that some one has directed your inquiring mind to Jesus ; that God has heard your pray. er; has shewed you, by his Spirit, some. thing of the ability and willingness of Christ to save, even to the uttermost, all who come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them; that, from this engaging view of the Saviour, your soul has been influenced to love him; to devote itself unto him; and, by faith, to cast itself, with all its concerns, for time and eternity, on that Saviour, who is the only refuge from the storm of divine wrath-the only foundation that will stand sure—who alone is able to support you, when heart and flesh fail, and to give you a place at his Father's right hand, when time with you shall be no more,

“If this be the case, my dear sister, then banish every anxious care ; for, if we never meet on earth, the best meeting is in reserve. Yet a little while, and we shall meet in hea. ven; meet to part no more; have nothing