There, clothed with robes made white in the blood of the Lamb, with crowns of glory upon our heads, and palms of victory in our hands, we shall stand before the throne of

him, who loved us and gave himself for us!

"Oh, what bliss! when shall it arrive? Happy, happy, my dear sister, will you be, if this be your hope.—But if not, O, I pity you! Are you deprived of your health, and all that could afford you pleasure in the world ? is your body afflicted, and do you suffer much pain? Then, I am sure, you need these comforts to support your sinking, your drooping spirits. Do you think of get. ting better? and that, at some future period you will attend to these things ! Believe a brother who loves you; and whose prayers and wishes are, that you may be happy whether you live or die : t ter, there is nothing but religion, that is worth living for. No, my dear sister, though you might live a thousand years, and had a thousand worlds to enjoy, none of these could afford you any real, solid, lasting bliss. You would have to confess respecting them,

all is vanity.' I can assure you, there is nothing worth so much as the name of pleasure, but what comes from God, and that leads to him; and, in God, the soul finds every thing it wants; every thing that it can wish : ves, my dear sister, it is so. I could tell you much on this head, from experience, but I forbear. Let me entréat you not to delay; do not put off the concerns of your soul to a future time. You find death is finging his fatal arrows all around you; and you know not but you are the next victim. Set, then, your house in order, for you must

die and not live. --The awful sentence is gone forth, "dust thou art, and to dust shalt thou return.'

“Soon, you and all of us must go the way of all flesh. Let me beg of one and all, as you value your souls, to prepare to meet your God I beseech, I, a son, a brother, who loves you tenderly, I beseech you, in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God. Now, Jesus waits to be gracious.--Now, he says, "Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth.'--Now he says, 'Who. soever cometh I will in nowise cast out. Now is the accepted time, and now is the day of salvation. Now mind, my dearest relatives, it is not said to-morrow.–No: that is not ours; the present moment only is our own. Hear again, for your encouragement, what God says; 'Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.'-Con

on.' Come, says God, and let us reason together; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.'_ And, Ho! every one, (mind) every one that thirsteth ! come ye to the waters; and he or she that hath no money, that is, no personal merit or worthiness to recommend him, let him come, buy, and eat : yea, come, buy wine and milk, the best of blessings, without money, and without price.'—Here, at this gospel feast. I would leave you, praying that you may all partake, and embrace the news of mercy, ere it be too late.-.Let me beg you will write to say how my sister is, and give me all particulars.”

Laying aside the rest of his letters from Canterbury, we bring him down to Manchester : to his friends and to his home. One may suppose, that a mind like his would, on this occasion, be deeply affected. In his Diary, dated, Manchester, August 31, 1819, we have the

“Here I wish to raise my Ebenezer, and say, “Hitherto hath the Lord helped me!'

Thy mercies, O, my blessed God! have been * new unto me every morning, and thy faith

fulness every evening. I have been preserved by thee, through dangers, seen and unseen.

Thou hast given thine angels charge over me: they have kept me in all my ways. When I have been unguarded and unwatch. ful, thou hast neither slumbered nor slept but hast guarded me sleeping and awake. When I travelled by land, thou preserveds man and beast; and, at sea, when many thought that the little bark in which i was, would be upset, he who delivered his disciples of old from danger, delivered me; and I am still a living monument of his mercy !---Bless the Lord, O my soul! and all that is within me bless his holy name, and forget not all his benefits! He hath, in a measure, healed thy disease. He hath redeemed thy life from destruction, and crowned thee with loving-kindness and ten. der mercies.

“During the eleven months, that I have been from home, thou hast given me favour in the eyes of many, so that, though I was a perfect stranger, I have been treated by ali as a friend, a brother, and in some respects, better than a son.--.Shall I not ac. knowledge thine hand in all this? O my God! Yes : to thee bé all the praise.

"If I have been made useful, as it was my earnest wish I might be, and as I have had repeated testimonies from many I have been, I here record it to the honour and glory of him, who works by the feeblest in. struments, and blesses the weakest means to promote his glory.

"As thou hast brought me, in mercy, home again, to my family and my friends, 01

more than ever devoted to thy service, which is perfect freedom. If my health shall in. crease, well: all my times are in thine hand; all thou doest must be right; help me ever to be passive in thine hands, and to know no will but thine. Thou art too wise to err; too good to be unkind.' I would view thine hand in every thing, and rejoice that I have not a High Priest who cannot be touched with the feeling of my infirmities. He will not always chide ; neither will he keep his anger for ever ; for, as a father pitieth bis children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. If I am his, in all my afflictions he is afflicted; and the angel of his presence shall comfort me. Let me not be led away by ly. ing vanities; but may I, like Enoch, waik with God; and subdue every sin within me. For this purpose, O God ! shed abroad the love of Christ in my heart; and may it ever burn as a pure, heavenly flame, consuming all inbred corruption, and exciting me to every good word and work! Even so, Amen."

Remember, remember The fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot ; The King and his train Had like to have been slain, And I hope it will ne'er be forgot. As some of my little readers may not know the reason why bonfires are made and popes burnt on the fifth of November, it may be well to tell them.

About two hundred years ago, the Papists wished very much, that Popery should be set up again in England, as it had been in the days of Queen Mary. They knew that King James the First and his parliament would never' allow this, and they were so wicked as to desire to kill them. So they contrived to