In the middle of April, after having been seven weeks in London, her father came to take her home, and very thankful she was to get back to the quiet country.  A few days after, a letter came from William Savery, to whom she seems to have written asking his counsel.  It was a long epistle, full of wise and faithful advice, and showing most loving interest in his young friend’s welfare.  A few sentences will give the substance of his letter, which may be read by others with as much advantage as it was by Elizabeth Gurney.  “I know, my dear, thou hast, and wilt have, many temptations to combat with:  thou wilt, doubtless, be frequently importuned to continue with thy gay acquaintance, in pursuit of that false glare of happiness, which the world, in too bewitching and deceitful colours, holds out to the unwary traveller, and which certainly ends in blinding the intellectual eye from discovering the pure source of soul-felt pleasure resulting from a humble heart, at peace with its God, its neighbour, and itself.

“Thee asks my advice, my dear friend, and without any premeditation when I sat down, I find I have been attempting to give it; but it is very evident thou art under the special care of an infinitely better Instructor, who has already uttered His soft and heavenly voice, to teach thee that the first step towards religion is true humility; because in that state only we can feel the need we have of an arm, stronger than human, to lean upon, to lead us out of and keep us from things which hinder our access to, and confidence in, that boundless source of purity, love, and mercy; who, amidst all the vicissitudes of time, is disposed to be our Shepherd, Guardian, and Friend, in whom we may trust and never be afraid; but this blessed confidence is not, cannot be enjoyed by the gay, the giddy, proud, or abandoned votaries of this world.”

Up to this time she had adopted none of the distinctive peculiarities of the Society of Friends.  Although from custom attending the meetings, she did not confine herself to the services there; for we read such entries as this, “I went to St. Peter’s and heard a good sermon.  The common people seemed very much occupied, and wrapt up in the service, which I was pleased to see; afterwards I went to the cathedral.”  She had already commenced efforts to be useful to others, visiting the sick, and teaching the children of her poorer neighbours, in Norwich, or at Bramerton, then a quiet, pleasant village, where the family usually resided in summer.  “I have some thoughts,” she says, “of increasing by degrees my plan for Sunday evening, and of having several poor children, at least, to read in the Testament and religious books for an hour.  It might increase morality among the lower classes if the Scriptures were oftener and better read to them.”  Sunday school work she for herself discovered to be a profitable, as she found it to be a delightful task.  All this time she was diligent in study, and in the intellectual culture of her own mind, as we find from her Journal.