Than this, I can have no greater joy.—­Called a third time to see Miss W., who seems to be seeking the Lord in real earnest.  I found her reading the Bible, and weeping.  Saw her again.  She told me how happy she had been all Thursday night; and said she felt as if I had cured both body and soul.  Since then she has been very ill, but is still following on to know the Lord.  Her Bible seems her greatest treasure.  Afterward I had a happy interview with Mrs. Isaac;—­declining in body but alive to God.  She prayed sweetly.—­Helmsley Missionary Meeting.  We were hurried from the dinner table to the chapel, which precluded the preparation I like.  Friends are so kind in making ample provision for the body, that our souls are in danger of suffering loss in consequence.—­Called to see Miss W. Death was painted in her countenance; but she roused up, while I pointed her to the Saviour, and urged her to accept His mercy now.  After prayer she said, with tears, ‘I do believe in Jesus.’  I read a psalm, to which she listened with deep attention, and then prayed again.  When I rose to depart she said, ‘You’ll come again;’ which I purposed to do, but she died the following morning.  While at the committee for the distribution of clothing, the Lord blessed me with such a calm serenity of mind, that it was observed by one of my friends.  Was it in answer to prayer?  It is true, before I left home, my prayer was for a meek and quiet spirit; also the preceding evening, my friend B. and I had unitedly agreed to pray that we might more evidently, in our different spheres, approve ourselves God’s witnesses.  Since then I have been endeavouring, but not always with equal success.—­Still confined to the house.  Rose between six and seven, and found the advantage of prayer.  I feel my unprofitableness, but was never more resolved to cleave to my best Friend than now.  During the week I have been much drawn out in prayer for the dear people committed to my care.  But ah!  I have not prayed half enough; for this I feel humbled.  O Lord, impress their spiritual welfare more deeply upon my heart.”

“1849.—­Here, I dedicate anew
My ransom’d powers to Thee;
A worthless offering, it is true;
Yet deign to look on me.

“The Rev. A. Bell called to say he wished Mrs. D. to take my Thursday class, as he wanted female leaders on that side the bridge.  Is it my unfaithfulness that will cause these dear people to be taken from me?  My dear husband says it is providential, on account of my health.  Well, I wait the issue.—­Not long ago, a man, who was crushed on the railway, cried out, as his companions were carrying him away upon a hurdle, ‘Stop!’ when asked if they hurt him, he replied, ‘No;’ and pulling his hymn-book out of his bosom, added, ’I want to sing’—­

  ’Happy if with my latest breath,
    I may but gasp His name;
  Preach Him to all, and cry in death,
    Behold, behold the Lamb.’”

“He was conveyed to a neighbouring inn, and medical aid immediately obtained.  The doctor felt his pulse, and shook his head, on which the sufferer inquired how long he should live.  ‘Perhaps till twelve,’ was the answer.  He then repeated the verse commencing