to quit her native land, to endure the sufferings of a Christian amongst heathen nations-to spend her days in India's sultry clime.-How did this news affect my heart! Is she willing to do all this for God; and shall I refuse to lend my little aid, in a land where divine revelation has shed its clearest rays? I have felt more, for the salvation of the heathen, this day, than I recollect to have felt, through my whole past life.

How dreadful their situation! What heart but would bleed at the idea of the sufferings they endure, to obtain the joys of Paradise! What can I do, that the light of the gospel may shine upon them? They are perishing for lack of knowledge, while I enjoy the glorious privileges of a Christian land! Great God direct me! Oh make me in some way beneficial to their immortal souls.

Oct. 21. Had a joyful meeting this day in the house of God. "When I am weak, then am I strong." Have experienced the truth of this declaration, this day. Went to meeting in the morning afflicted with bodily pain, yet joyful in the God of my salvation. Reflecting on the melancholy state of our church, was distressed, lest the deserved judgments of the Almighty, should be poured out upon us. But the words of the dear Redeemer, "fear not, little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom," sweetly refreshed and animated my desponding spirit. I desire ever to bless the Lord, for the manifestations of his love this day. He has taught me, that neither Paul nor Apollos, is any thing without his grace. Ministers may faithfully preach; but the word will not prove successful, if God does not touch the heart.

I have seen the glory of God in his sanctuary.

"I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness." The Lord is good; may it be my delightful employment on earth, to praise him; and in heaven may I join the enraptured millions, in a song that shall never end.

1 Oct. 23. Mr. M. introduced Mr. N. to our family. He appears to be an engaged Christian. Expects to spend his life, in preaching a Saviour to the benighted pagans.

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 labor 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.

Nov. 6. Sleep has fled from me, and my soul is enveloped in a dark cloud of troubles! Oh that God would direct me; 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 to 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. Nov. 18, 1810.

"How gracious, my dear sister, has God been to us. Uninterrupted health, food and raiment are ours. 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 happiness only from God; yet how often have I roved in quest of pleasure, and dishonored 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 heaven-born 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 I now feel there is an eternity, where I shall meet my earthly friends, and stand accountable to the great tribunal, for my conduct towards them. 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 none upon earth that I desire beside thee?" Hisreligion 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. delightful, these heart-consoling subjects have almost made me forget that "tired nature requires repose."

To Miss S. H. Andover.

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Haverhill, Nov. 20, 1810. "WILL it afford my dear Miss H. 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 favors on rebels doomed to die.Is my friend, Miss H. rejoicing in God? Does she find joy and peace in believing? This I sincerely hope is your happy condition. 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."

You have undoubtedly heard of the departure of Mrs. S. Her faith and patience endured to the end. What a happy exchange has she made!

ho would not wish to die the death of the righ teous, who would not wish their last end to be like her's?

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 prcspering? Your earnest prayers are requested for a revival of pure and undefiled religion in Haver hill. Mr. Newell preached a lecture here last Evening. Do we not need such faithful preachers here as much as the benighted pagans in India?