on opening the word of God, I saw how Ezekiel was humbled before the Lord for the people of Israel and Judah.—­Being in health, I went forth, praying for direction and the blessing of God.  Some kind friends gave me twenty-two shillings to help a poor member.  This I took; she received it thankfully.  Visited Mrs. C., she is able to rest in God.  Called on Mr. S., and left ‘Fletcher’s Address;’ also upon Mrs. D., and left a copy of the same.  O that the Spirit may do his office!  Why do I speak thus?  He waits to enter:  may they be willing to yield.—­Went to Pocklington to see Mrs. P. There I met with E. Brookes, Esq.  His private walk bespeaks him a devoted man.  I esteemed it a privilege to lodge under the same roof.  My journey has been blest to both body and soul; having acknowledged God, my way was made plain, and His presence has comforted me.  I returned home in Mr. B.’s gig.  I had not arrived many minutes, before Miss H. came to converse on spiritual things; I thought it providential that I came at the time:  but who is sufficient for these things?  O bless the dear young disciple!  Mrs. D. has received good, indeed her countenance indicated the change.  She told me she purposed commencing family-prayer in the evening:  one mark of genuine conversion.—­I had a very profitable interview with a lady, who came to converse on divine things.  How many opportunities have I missed, which might have thus been employed to advantage.  ‘My mouth as in the dust I hide.’

“1835.  Able to meet my class:  seventeen present.  A fresh member turned in, and appeared sensible of her lost condition.  My soul felt that painful struggling with the powers of darkness, which I have often experienced when knelt by the side of a seeking sinner.  As the people withdrew, a little girl was waiting for me to go and see her mother, who is much worse.  I found her supported in bed by a neighbour, the perspiration streaming down her face.  She held out her hand to me, and told me Christ was precious.  By-and-bye a whisper was heard,

  ‘I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath.’

Her voice failed.  While I prayed, angels seemed hovering around.  I said, you do not feel any doubt; she replied, ’No; I rest upon the promise.’  She died the next day.—­My mind was deeply impressed with the thought of eternity, occasioned by the sound of the passing bell.

  How leaden falls the deep-toned sound! 
    The heart is with its weight oppress’d;
  A soul has cross’d life’s narrow bound,
    A soul—­for ever lost or blest.

  For ever! what a word is this! 
    Ye careless mortals, be it known;
  In everlasting woe or bliss,
    This word, for ever! is your own.

  Momentous thought!  I feel it now;
    This long eternity is mine: 
  My soul shall this duration know,—­
    A quenchless spark of life divine!