evening I had the opportunity of speaking to one of the cavalry gentlemen.  He thanked me, and said he would think about it.—­A day of severe exercise.  I was constrained to go to the throne of grace, where I found help, and was enabled to rise above what otherwise would have grieved me much.  The grand secret, I believe, was the giving up my own will.  May I ever have power to do it.—­In my sleep, the words were continually running in my mind, ’Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial, which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you.’  Only enable me to endure; let Thy righteous will be done.”

  Glorious Lord, appear, appear
  To Thy feeble follower here;
  By Thy grace my heart prepare,
  All Thy righteous will to bear.

“The words, ‘I will be with him in trouble,’ have greatly comforted me.  Faith makes them mine; glory be to God!—­At the sewing meeting I read the first section of Bramwell’s Memoir.  During tea I took the opportunity of speaking of the propriety of improving our time while together, admonished as we were by the sudden removal of so many around us; also of the necessity of punctuality in our attendance, that we might not offer a blemished sacrifice.  The sequel will show with what effect.—­As far as opportunity and strength permitted, I have occupied these two days in visiting my members, and my afflicted friend, Miss Bentley.  She knew me, and desired me to pray; but soon fell into a slumber.  This was the last time she spoke to me.—­Saw her again; about half-past four she died—­to live for ever.—­It is now the last hour of 1847.  I enjoy peace of mind and hunger after righteousness.  I long to fill up my time according to the will of God, and if I live, to be more useful than I have ever been.”

  Oh! let Thy still small voice
    Say to my inmost soul,
  ’I am thy God; believe, rejoice,
    I make the contrite sinner whole.’ 
  So be it.  I am only Thine,
    And feel, through Christ, that Thou art mine.

“1848.—­A whole week I have been a prisoner, in consequence of a swollen foot; but I am sure it is permitted in love.  I see it to be my privilege patiently to submit, and think I feel willing to do so; but there are many intricacies in the human heart, and I see no further than divine light permits.”

  Advancing time is slow;
    But ah! how swiftly gone! 
  To mark its flight, and show
    How ’vantage may be won,
  Is wisdom only few attain,
    But wisdom yielding greatest gain.

“Called to see the Rev. Thomas Walker, and found it good while praying with him.  He requested me, whenever I bowed the knee, to remember him.  He is daily brought to my recollection.—­Memorable day!  My Richard’s birthday.  How little do we anticipate the events of life! now among cannibals, preaching the everlasting Gospel.  Glorious work!  Thus highly honoured of the Lord, may he prove faithful.