pass in the last days, saith God, that I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy ;" and verse 21: "And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved." Acts, ix., 15: "Go thy way; for he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name before the Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel." Isaiah, lxiv., 1: Oh that Thou wouldst rend the heavens, that Thou wouldst come down, that the mountains might flow down at Thy presence; verse 4: For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside Thee, what He hath prepared for him that waiteth for Him. Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember Thee in Thy ways; verse 6: But we are all as an unclean thing, and all . our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have carried us away; verse 8: But now, O Lord, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou our potter; and we are all the work of Thy hand; verse 9: Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity forever: behold, see, we are all Thy people. Jeremiah, i., 5: Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee, and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. Jeremiah, xxiv., 7: "And I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the Lord; and they shall be my people, and I will be their God; for they shall return unto me with their whole heart." Lord, fulfill this promise to our whole family! 1 Peter, ii., 5: "Ye also, as lively stonés, are built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ;" verse 9: "But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye shall show forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvelous light." Hebrews, iv., 16; v., 1, 2, 3, 4; vi., 19: "Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, which entereth into that within the vail." Joshua, i., 9: "Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed; for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest." O most gracious God, fulfill the above to my beloved son. O grant me faith to lay hold on the promises for him. Grant him faith to lay hold on them for himself. O may he plead with Thee, for his Redeemer's sake, for sanctification; and may he daily grow in grace and in the knowledge of the Lord his God. Bless abundantly, also, my sons-inlaw in their calling. Keep me, keep my sons, keep my children and grandchildren pure and unspotted from the world. "Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrims through this barren land; Feed us till we want no more." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. "When I tread the verge of Jordan, We will ever give to Thee." Hallelujah! the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. May 1st, 1825. The last night I have to spend under the roof where my beloved husband poured out his soul to Thee, O Lord, and where, in answer to his prayer, he leaned upon his Master's bosom while passing through the valley of the shadow of death. O look down upon me to strengthen me, support me. O go with me, or carry me not up hence. Enable me yet to glorify Thee; make me useful in the neighborhood to which I am going. Lord, pardon my unfaithfulness to those around me here. O Lord, when I review my past life, even since I professed to follow Thee, my sins rise up in frightful array before me. Oh, wert Thou to mark iniquity, who could stand! I can not look on a single act of my life that was not defiled with sin; and what can I say but the prayer of the publican, "Lord, be merciful to me a sinner!" I this night enter my record in this book that, if I am saved from hell, and shall have the unspeakable happiness of taking possession of a mansion prepared. for me by my dear Redeemer, it will be all of grace, free and unmerited grace, and not for any filthy rags of righteousness of mine. "Oh to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be; Bind my wandering heart to Thee." September 18, 1825. The anniversary of the departure of my earthly joys, and the dismission of my beloved husband's happy spirit from sin and sorrow. One year of happiness to him, and one of sore, sore trial to me, his bereaved widow. What has been my experience through life but "cease from man, whose breath is in his nostrils?" But I knew not the full import of the text while I had my beloved husband to lean upon. My little trials diminished when poured into his affectionate bosom; and when I was cheered and counseled by him in my Christian course, or in my labors in the societies, difficulties disappeared. True, I waited upon God, attempted no duty without first asking counsel of Him, but never till now did I know what it is to trust the naked promise, and feel that loneliness which throws the heart back on itself— that complete destitution of human aid. Whenever I have leaned on the creature, be it who it will, I have found it a broken reed; and often, even those whom I have considered my best friends have proved spears to pierce me to the heart. "This is not your rest,' is legibly written on all below. All my cisterns are broken. "Vain is the world, and all things here; "Tis but a bitter sweet: When I attempt a rose to pluck, A pricking thorn I meet." And what has been the language of God's providence to me during the past year? The same as formerly. "Cease from man." "Wherefore will you spend your money for naught, and your labor for that which satisfieth not?" "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Learn of me, for I am meek and lowly." God will admit of no rivals. He will take them one by one, till He has the whole heart; and it ought to make us tremble, when we look for comfort to the creature, that God, when we pray, will answer us according to the multitude of our idols. This is, no doubt, why I remain so rebellious-why I still hanker after the sympathy of friends, and feel hurt when they neglect, or do not seem to feel for me, till I am constrained to cry out with the prophet, "Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous; but I said, truly this is my grief, and I must bear it." There is no avoiding it. None will, none can help me but God. Would that I acted in consistency with this belief, and looked to Him alone. Would that I cast my burden on the Lord, believing that He would sustain me, and not continually attempt to lay it on my own or the crea |