Oct. 17th.—­We had a most precious sermon this afternoon from the Baptist minister on the words, “Christ is all and in all.”  I longed to have you hear the Saviour thus dwelt upon.  I did not know how full the Apostles were of His praise—­how constantly they dwelt upon Him, till it was spread before me thus in one delightful view.  Oh, may He become our all—­our beginning and our ending—­our first and our last!  I do love to hear Him thus honored and adored.  Let us, dear cousin, look at our Saviour more.  Let us never allow aught to come between our hearts and our God.  Speak to me as to your own soul, urging me onward, and if you do not see the fruits of your faithfulness here, may you see when sowing is turned to reaping.

Oct. 24th.—­I must call upon you to rejoice with me that I have to-day got back my old Sunday-school class.  I wondered at their being so earnest about having me again, yet I trust that God has given me this hold upon their affections for some good purpose....  I do not know exactly how to discriminate between the suggestions of Satan and those of my own heart, but for a week past, even while my inclinations and my will were set upon Christ, something followed me in my down-sittings and my uprisings, urging me to hate the Lord Jesus; asking if His strict requirements were not too strait to be endured; and it has grieved me deeply that such a thought could find its way into my mind.  “I have prayed for thee that thy faith fail not” is my last refuge.  How graciously did Jesus provide a separate consolation for each difficulty which He foresaw could meet His disciples on their way.

Nov. 8th.—­Mother has been sick.  The doctor feared inflammation of the brain; but she is better now.  I have had my first experience as a nurse, and Dr. Mighels says I am a good one.

Whenever I think of God’s wonderful, wonderful goodness to me and of my own sinfulness, I want to find a place low at the foot of the cross where I may cover my face in the dust, and yet go on praising Him.  You do not know how all things have been made new to me within less than two years.  Still, I struggle fiercely every hour of my life.  For instance, my desire to be much beloved by those dear to me, is a source of constant grief.  Some weeks ago, a person, who probably did not know this, told me that I was remarkably lovable and that everybody said so.  I was so foolish, so wicked, as to be more pleased by this than I dare to tell—­but enough so to give me after-hours of bitter sorrow.  Sometimes it seems to me that I grow prouder every day, and I wanted to ask mother if she did not think so; but I thought perhaps God is showing me my pride as I had never seen it that I may wage war against this, His enemy and mine.  I do not believe anybody else has such an evil nature as I. But let us never rest till we are satisfied with being counted as nothing, that our Saviour may be all in all.  It seems no small portion of the joy I long for in heaven, to be thus self-forgetful in love to Christ.  How strange that we do not now supremely love Him.  How I do long to live with those who praise Him.  I long to have every Christian with whom I meet speak of Him with love and exalt Him. [1]