“Returning from chapel, I met with a person who was a stranger to saving grace, and invited her into a house, where I was going to see a sick person.  There I prayed with them.  The woman seemed much affected, and to me it was a season of refreshing.  In the afternoon I saw several afflicted people, among whom I was encouraged and humbled, thankful, and almost overwhelmed with the troubles I was made acquainted with.  After the evening service, in company with Mrs. R. I visited another woman.  There is no hope of her recovery.  She is quite ignorant of salvation, but exceedingly desirous of instruction.  We had much power in prayer, and reluctantly left her.  I determined to go again in the morning, but, before I set off, she sent for me, I found her perfectly sensible, but the hand of death was upon, her.  I pointed her to Christ, and, while engaged in prayer, the power of faith was sweetly given.  When. asked by her husband if she was happy, she said with emphasis, ’Yes’.—­Another half hour, and the year 1839 is gone for ever!  How precious these moments seem!  But to the last, my hand, moved by the feelings of my soul, shall write Thy precious name—­JESUS!—­my Saviour! my God! my all!  I now stand on the brink of another important division of time.  What it will develope.  God only knows; but my firm determination is to live for God.  On my knees—­surrounded by the unseen Deity—­I give myself to Thee,—­to reign in, and rule over me for ever.  The moment is fled.”

“1840.  Saw Mrs. H., whom I found in dying circumstances.  She was at class on New Year’s Eve, when I urged her to lay hold upon Christ,—­cautioning her not to remain unsaved, and expressing my fears lest she should do so.  She appeared much affected, and remained at the bottom of the stairs to kiss me, ere we parted.  Little did I think it would be the last time:  but such is the frailty of our nature.—­At the request of a lady, whom Mrs. R. and I were providentially called to visit, we went to form a class in her house.  It was a blessed season, although we had only herself to begin with. [This lady she continued to visit weekly for a considerable time, until death rendered her visits unnecessary.] It is long since I heard from Richard, but the promise has been repeated:  ’Though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come, it will not tarry.’  So for some days I have been hoping. [Two days after she writes.] Just as we were about to commence family-worship, the postman brought two letters,—­one from Richard, and one from Mary Ann.  The tidings are affecting, and strongly exhibit the guardian care of Providence.—­Without a servant, but in no wise discontent.—­I visited Miss Rosetta W., who is declining fast, and has for some time been under considerable depression.  The Lord was pleased to remove the cloud.  The change was perceptible in her countenance.—­A memorable day in consequence of the fire at the west-end of the Cathedral—­occasioned, it is supposed, by the carelessness of a workman, who was employed