dwelling under brother Partridge's peaceful roof. I admire the dealings of God with me, and clearly discover, that it is as really necessary to have a sight of my poverty, as to have visions of Heaven. My poor body is sinking under consumptive pains ;death may soon prey on this mortal body; but my noble spirit, through the merits and mercy of my Saviour, shall boast her victory over death, hell, and the grave. Thursday. This is a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, appointed by our rulers, for the good of the community. I most heartily keep it to the Lord, and pray to Almighty God for a blessing on our nation, and on the church of God; and thank him for every favor, but especially the gift of his Son, and the joys of religion, with which I have been, and still am comforted. January, 1822. Have had a solemn meeting in Knox. Death has visited this place, and removed two of late. may the people take warning, and prepare for a sudden, or lingering death. * * * Many months have rolled away, since I have been able to put pen to paper. My poor body has sunk to death's door. All my kind and attentive physicians and friends have reluctantly given me up to die. The Lord reward them for their attention to me. Monday morning.-I awoke with a rap at my door, and a voice saluted my ears with " Dilana is dead!" O how mysterious are the ways of Providence. My soul is filled with wonder and awe. I, who have been sick all summer, am able to go and administer to my neighbors in this hour of affliction. All, who saw me in my sickness, thought that death had marked me for his next victim. Yes, I thought death waited at the door, for God to seal his warrant, and say "Enter and do thy office;" but God has not suffered him to enter yet. He has passed across the street, and plucked a blooming flower. This is the order of God. His ways are not as our ways. "Behind a frowning providence, O my soul, be thou humbled in the dust! O, that Saturday. This day closes the week and month. "My days, and weeks, and months, and years, Around the steady pole; Time, like the tide, thy motion keep, I am troubled in mind, for fear that I have not discharged all my duties, acceptably to my Maker. O God, forgive me whatever I have spoken, thought, and acted amiss! O Holy Spirit! visit a repenting sinner. This day, , my husband leaves us once more, to go to his circuit. O God! it is love to thee and thy cause, that makes him willing to leave his family, and turn his back on all domestic enjoyment, and cheerfully say, "Peace be with thee, my dear wife; take encouragement to continue to instruct the children. God will be with you, all the while I labor to win souls to Christ the Lord." I said, Go, my husband; it is meet, that you should go, and labor in the gospel field; for other souls are as precious as mine. I will thank God, that I can share in your faithful labors, from time to time. If the Lord give me strength, I will go with you, and hold up your hands, and join to preach the acceptable year of the Lord to perishing sinners, and the day of vengeance to the finally impenitent. Saturday. I have just heard, that my youngest sister is sick. O Lord, sanctify it for her great good! The love Sabbath. I have been once more to the house of God, and am a daily wonder to myself. of God to me is amazing. But, "Thy gifts, alas! cannot suffice, Thursday. It is good to read the Bible, and write in my diary. O God, sanctify, me wholly to thyself, and prepare me for thy service; for thou hast raised me from the grave's mouth; and is it not, O Lord, that I may show forth thy praise? Then, give me a mouth and wisdom, that all my adversaries shall not be able to gainsay, or resist. Sabbath. I cannot go to the house of God today. It is a delightful place to me. I have not frequented the place of worship so often, this year, as usual; not because I would not, but because I could not. But the love of God to me is unspeakable. My health is now such, that I attend to my little family, and administer to their wants, in a measure. This is the Lord's doing; and it is mar vellous in our eyes. Thanks to thy name, for these blessings; but glory, honor, praise, and thanksgiving, be given to God, for the unspeakable gift of his great salvation; light of Israel, and glory of the world! December 3, 1822. This day is set apart for a day of public thanksgiving and prayer. If any soul, under the whole heaven of the Lord, has reason to give thanks, and pray, it is I. Yes! unworthy I, on whom he hath, by the power of his grace, wrought wonders. Spirit of the Lord! descend and help me to give thanks, and perform my vows to thee; for thou art worthy to receive glory and honor, praise and thanksgiving, from all intelligences in heaven and in earth. "The praying spirit give ; O'er all the earth abroad, Arrest the prisoner of thy love, Thursday. Arrived home safe and happy, and said to my husband, Faith keeps the dying saint alive. April 18, 1823. My heart has been much consoled in reading Dr. Clark's comment on Gen. xiii. "One house, one ว 66 day's food, one suit of raiment, says the Arabic proverb, is sufficient for thee; and if thou die at noon, thou hast one half too much." Again, chap. XV. "I am thy shield and thy exceeding great reward." Nothing," says Calmet, proves more invincibly to the soul, the truth of religion and the certainty of another life, than to see that the righteous seldom receive the reward of their virtues, and that in temporal things, they are less happy than the workers of iniquity." O God, make me` wise to know my day of grace, for there is no want to them who fear thee. I visit Gardiner. My side is worse. difficulty that I keep my bed all night. are excited. O Lord, prepare me for a a lingering death. May 2d. Saturday. My complaints increase; I begin to raise some blood. The Lord knows what he is about to do with me. If he sees fit to remove me by a lingering consumption-Amen, my Lord, thy will be done. "O let me live thy blood to show, A few more years in pain." Sabbath. We return to my sister's from meeting, and find the name of the Lord a strong tower. Therein my soul is safe, whatever becomes of my poor body. O Lord, I make a fresh dedication of myself to thee. Seal me thine forever. May 9th. Feeble in body; like the woman who had spent |