Oct. 31. Mr. N. called on us this morning. He gave me some account of the dealings of God with his soul. If such a man, who has devoted himself to the service of the gospel, has determined to labour in the most difficult part of the vineyard, and is willing to renounce his earthly happiness for the interest of religion; if he doubts his possessing love to God, what shall I say of myself?

Nov. 4. Have once more commemorated the dying love of Jesus. Have entertained some faint views of the character of God; and mourned for the evil of sin. How condescending is God, to permit hell-deserving rebels to commune with him at his table! What on earth can equal the love of Jehovah ! He treats those who are by nature his enemies, like children.

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Nov. 6. Sleep has fled from me, and my soul is enveloped in a dark cloud of troubles! O that God would direct me! O that he would plainly mark out the path of duty, and let me not depart from it!

Nov. 10. Have this day commenced reading Law's Serious Call to a holy life. How infinitely short do I fall of this holy conformity to my Maker, which he describes as the property of a Christian ! I am as much obligated to yield myself a willing soldier to Christ, to fight his battles, and glorify him in every action of my life, as he who ministers at the altar, and performs the office of a preacher. Why then am I not employed in his service? Why stand I here idle all the day?

Extract of a Letter to her Sister M. at Charlestown.

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Nov. 18, 1810.

"How gracious, my dear sister, has God been to us! Uninterrupted health, food and raiment, are But when I enumerate our many mercies, it is with deep humility that I look back on my past life, and discover so little gratitude, and so much unworthiness. How much has sovereign grace done for me? Though I have solemnly professed to find consolation in religion, to derive my hopes of hap、 piness only from God; yet how often have I roved in quest of pleasure, and dishonoured the best of Masters, by an unholy life. How ungrateful have I been for the common mercies of life, and for the still more precious blessings of the Holy Spirit. May every temporal blessing which your heart can wish, be yours. But whatever be the trials through which you are called to pass, Oh may that heavenborn religion attend you, which can sweeten the bitter cup of life, afford you joy in this vale of tears, support you in nature's last extremity, and conduct you to the heavenly Canaan, where undisturbed happiness will ever reign! Life is but a vapour. Whether we spend it in tranquillity and ease, or in pain and suffering, time will soon land us on the shores of eternity, our destined home. These things, my dear sister, my heart tells me are solemn realities. They are not fictions. Though the language of my past life has been, "there is no future state;" yet now I feel there is an eternity, where I shall meet my earthly friends, and stand accountable at the great tribunal for my conduct towards them.

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I regret the loss of those hours I have lost in vanity, and in wounding the cause of that dear Redeemer, whom I think, if I am not greatly deceived, I can now call mine. I think I can say with the Psalmist, "Whom have. I in heaven but thee? and there is earth that I desire besides thee."-His religion comforts and supports my drooping spirits; his promises encourage, and his glories warm my heart. But where am I? The striking clock reminds me of the lateness of the hour. These delightful, these heart-consoling subjects, have almost made me forget that tired nature requires repose.

To Miss S. H. Andover.

Haverhill, Nov. 20, 1810.

WILL it afford my dear Miss H. the best satisfaction to hear of the health and happiness of her friends at Haverhill? Let me assure you of our perfect health, and of our united wishes for your happiness, both temporal and eternal. While many of our friends are languishing on beds of sickness,. sighing for the return of health,-while many have gone the "way of all the earth," "have heard their sentence, and received their doom;" we are still enjoying the blessings of health, and are not out of the reach of pardoning mercy. Ought not a review of these daily blessings to excite in us the liveliest gratitude? How should our whole lives be a constant series of grateful acknowledgment to the Parent of mercies, for bestowing such great, such unmerited favours on rebels doomed to die!-Is my friend Miss H. rejoicing in God? Does she find

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joy and peace in believing? This I sincerely hope is your happy situation. I have infinite reason to confess my obligation to God, for the faint discoveries I have lately entertained of his glorious character. Yes, my dear Miss H. I still find the promises precious, and Jesus unchangeable. Though I am worthless and undeserving, yet the blessed Immanuel is lovely, and worthy of the united praises of saints and angels. Though I am often led to doubt my interest in this dear Saviour, yet sometimes I can rejoice in his perfections, and exclaim with Thomas," My Lord and my God!"

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You have undoubtedly heard of the departure of Mrs. S. Her faith and her patience endured to the end. What a happy exchange has she made! Who would not wish to die the death of the righteous? who would not wish their last end to be like her's ??

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Mrs. M. appears to enjoy religion; she wishes much to see you. A general stupidity to the one thing needful still prevails. When will the showers of divine grace be poured out upon this place? Will not this church, this vine of God's planting, rejoice to see the work of the Lord prospering? Your earnest prayers are requested for a revival of pure and undefiled religion in Haverhill. Mr. Newell preached a lecture here last evening. Do we not need such faithful preachers here, as much as the benighted pagans in India? Is not the situation of gospel sinners much more desperate, than that of those who have never heard of a Saviour? But still we have reason to rejoice that God has inclined a faithful few to preach Jesus to the heathen. Oh may their r

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labours be blessed! May they see the inhabitants of the wilderness embracing the offers of mercy! We shall expect to see you with Mr. W. on Saturday. Do not disappoint us. Accept this from

To Miss M. T. of Newburyport.

HARRIET.

Boston, Feb. 18, 1811.

WHAT, my dear friend, (if I may enjoy the privilege of corresponding with you) shall be the subject of our letters? Shall the common occurrences of life, and the flattering compliments of the polite world, fill our sheets; or that religion, which is the glory of the bright intelligences in heaven, and the consolation of trembling believers on earth? I think I can confidently affirm, that the latter will be your choice. As for myself, I can say, that if I never felt the power of this religion, yet it is a theme upon which I love to converse, write, and reflect. It is a duty incumbent on the children of God to reprove, encourage and animate each other on their journey to the upper world. Every Christian has difficulties to overcome, temptations to encounter, and a warfare to accomplish, which the world are strangers to. If pilgrims in the same country can in the least console each other, and sweeten the thorny journey, by familiar intercourse, they ought not to neglect it. We, my dear M. are professedly interested in the same cause. Our home is professedly in heaven; we have temptations, difficulties, trials, and doubts, which, if we are believers, are in unison. I feel that I need the prayers and the advice of all the followers of the Lamb. "I have an evil heart of unbelief," prone to "depart from the living God."