Dr. will, in His own good time, remember us. Strong is all alive; he has renewed his youth— appears to enjoy better health than for ten years past. There are revivals of religion in a number of places around us. May we not hope it is the dawn of that day, in which our Glorious Redeemer shall become King of nations, as He is now King of particular saints. My Dear Son,— HARTFORD, 1st April, 1814. We have just received your long expected letter-are pleased to hear you are all comfortable. W. says she does not wish to return, except for her mother's sake; she is sometimes anxious for her; they all feel contented and pretty steady. W. wishes to receive a line from his parents; they enjoy good health, and O, that I could say were all enquiring after the one thing needful. The Spirit of God is still among us; there is a considerable number to be admitted the next Lord's day, when the Sacrament is to be administered, God willing. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, God is perfecting praise. There are many children in this place and in Wethersfield, who are hopefully Christians. The attention to religion is quite remarkable-may it spread from town to town, and from land to land, until the world shall be filled with the glory of God. You did not mention whether the thoughtfulness in Newport increased. May you, my dear son, hear the joyful sound, what shall I do to be saved? and what shall I do to be saved? through your whole society. We see, in families, and societies that the wind bloweth where it listeth. In the families of the Danf-ths, the work has been wonderful. There have as many as eight or nine been hopefully new-born. Our children go-appear pleased and affected-will give a very good acount of the sermons; but as they enter on their studies and amusements, the impression seems to pass off-but we hope the day of God's power is near, when the people shall be made willing. May we hope in Him. May your children be blessings to their parents through life, and repay them for all their care, which they can never realize until they are parents. We, through the great goodness of our Heavenly Father, continue much in the same state, as when you were last here. Surely we are monuments of God's mercies. The family unite in best love to yourself and yours, with Your affectionate mother, Rev. Wm. Patten. HARTFORD, 3d September, 1814. We received, my dear son, a refreshing package of letters from Newport, by Mr. R.; are pleased to hear of your welfare, and that my daughter was so comfortable-may her health be continued. It seems our expectations are like to be blasted, with respect to your visit, with part of your dear family, but hope the time is not far distant, when we shall enjoy that pleasure. We do not apprehend much trouble for Newport, if they will be quiet. For my part, I should be glad if all the capital towns would capitulate. 'Tis a pity any more human blood should be shed in this wicked and foolish war, as far as man is concerned; yet without doubt, there is some important purpose to be answered by Providence. You will receive this by Master W. M., who, I sincerely wish, may be an ornament to the church, and a blessing in the world,-though I think the love of democracy will be quenched in the breast of every believer in the Prince of Peace. I hope you will be a friend and father to him. The awakening has not entirely subsided; our meetings are full; there are a number under concern of mind. To-morrow will be a very solemn day at East Hartford. There are sixteen to be added to the church; the Lord's Supper to be administered, and in the afternoon, Mr. Yates preaches his farewell sermon. He is going to take the Professorship of Philosophy, at Schenectady College, against the advice of ministers and people. He has been remarkably blest with a great in gathering of souls-I believe greater than in this place. Give my best love to your dear family; tell my children I shall endeavor to answer their let ters soon. That every needed blessing may be granted you, my dear son, is the prayer of Your affectionate mother, Rev. Wm. Patten. R. PATTEN. NEWPORT, January 1st, 1817. Honored and Dear Mother, Long have I been desirous of writing you, but indisposition has prevented. Mr. Patten instructs the children in the morning, and I in the afternoon. Our charity school was likely to be entirely given up; I thought my cares too great to permit me to engage in it again, but as no one else would, we made one more effort-formed a new society, and have now twenty-five children under our care. My daughter Ruth, with a number of young ladies, are directresses, who alternately, instruct the children in writing, among other branches of education. We have had two donations of fifty dollars each, and have on hand about three hundred dollars. Though the people in some respects, appear attentive, yet, still the ways of Zion mourn, that so few attend her solemn feasts; there is here and there a traveler. The last Sabbath that Mr. Silliman was with us, was a gloomy day. Mr. Patten was unusually solemn in his sermon, and fervent in his prayers. Oh! pray for us, that the Lord would raise pillars to this tottering temple-but there is now and then a ray of light that breaks through the cloud. Several of our influential men appear to be under conviction. Mr. Patten never preached better than he has this winter. I have often been much pleased with his sermons, and was happy to find that others were, even those that were not the most friendly. Mr. W. E., junior, observed, that Mr. Patten's Thanksgiving sermon was the best he ever heard in his life. The text was, "Oh, sing unto the Lord a new song." The doctrine deduced was that we are constantly loaded with benefits, and for each we ought to sing a new song. On New Year's Day we were enabled to form at our house, a female prayer meeting. Since then we have hired a room,where we meet every Wednesday afternoon, for prayer-imploring a blessing on the low state of our church, and that its pastor may be strengthened, and not discouraged. A few weeks since I witnessed a melancholy but very pleasing scene--Mr. Patten admitted the lovely Eliza Vernon into full communion, in her sick chamber;-there were present Rev. Messrs. Man and Hitchcock, Mrs. R. and daughter, who communed with us, though members of the Baptist church. E. is a pattern of submission-a sweet serenity sits on her features. "A mortal paleness on her cheek, but glory |