the following morning, and went to see her mother again.  She found that she had been in such distress of mind, that at midnight she had aroused a neighbour to pray with her, and not in vain; for the Lord graciously sent ’deliverance out of Zion,’ and spoke peace to her troubled spirit.  She lived about three weeks after my last visit, and died rejoicing in the Lord.  These circumstances have so deeply affected Mrs. K. as to lead her to seek the Lord, and she is now pursuing her way to heaven.  Glory be to God on high!—­In consequence of my uncle’s declining health, I returned again to Sinnington; and am now sat by his side.  He is restless, but says nothing.  It is the midnight hour; yet ’He that keepeth Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.’  No sound salutes my ear but the pendulum of the clock, which, with every stroke, admonishes me that time flies.—­Alone with uncle.  He sleeps.  All is tranquillity and peace; my soul is fixed on Christ, and enjoys undisturbed repose.  Surrounded by Him, in whom I live, move, and have my being, all nature,—­the balmy air,—­the rich verdure,—­the growing beauties of spring enlivened by the great luminary of heaven, conspires to raise this often wandering heart to Him, whom I desire above all things to love and obey.—­I asked uncle if his prospect was bright; he replied, ’Aye, I’ve no doubt.’—­I wonder at myself I make so little progress in knowledge, or increase in holiness.  I purpose, aim, attempt, yet daily have cause to mourn my unprofitableness; but with one whose memoir I have lately looked into, ’I must come the short way to God, through the atoning blood of Jesus.’  His name is precious now.  I feel its balmy power.  O for ability to praise Him in language adequate to the glorious task!  God is love.  Creation with its thousand tongues proclaims Him ‘Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God;’ and millions of intelligent creatures extol Him, ‘the Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace’ I have written a letter to be read in the Tuesday class.  Visited Mr. M.—­My soul goes out after God, and my faith claims Him mine.  O what an exalting, and yet humbling thought!  Faith unites but love adores.—­How quickly time wastes away!  I have been here a month to-day; not supposing uncle could live many days.  Nothing solid has passed his lips for more than that period; and yet, though certainly weaker, his strength is wonderful.  I begin to feel anxious about home, and the dear folks among whom I meet.  May the Lord bless them.—­My uncle evidently changed for the worse, and so continued for two days, until—­on the 21st of June, about five minutes past five, he expired.  It is a week to-day since he spoke, and six since he took his bed.  I have often been sweetly drawn out in prayer by his bedside, and enjoyed peculiar liberty the day he died.  I went again to see Mrs. M., who is also dying, her friends weeping around her.—­Returned to York.  The sewing meeting was but thinly attended;—­chiefly young persons, to whom I felt prompted to speak on their souls’ welfare.  The result I leave.”