make Christ our pattern and our guide.  I am trying to take up my daily cross, and to watch the motions of my mind; but ah! how fitful.  I am nothing;—­helpless and undone without Christ, my only hope is in his atonement.  Precious refuge!  Come Lord, come now; I thirst, I long for Thy coming.  Now baptize, and overpower me with Thy love.  If there is lurking in my soul, any secret and undiscovered evil, tear it away.  ‘Show me Thy glory!’”

“185l.—­My soul is drawn heavenward.  The sewing meeting is much laid upon my mind, that it may improve in spirituality, and that I may fill the post assigned me according to the will of God.  I long to spread the savour of Christ among the dear people, and make religion appear more lovely.—­Finished my visitation at the ‘School of Industry;’ the children repeated the 104th and 119th Psalms, also the 12th of Romans, and the 22nd of Revelation.  I spoke a few words, and prayed with them; giving them a few small books, and one for the library.—­A friend brought me her album, requesting me to write in it.  I thought prayerfully on the subject, and begged direction of the Lord, not knowing who might look upon it.  During my sleeping hours and the following morning, the subject of the last Sabbath’s Sermon (Psalm 1.) was impressed upon my mind with such force and sweetness, and I felt it to be so suitable to my friend, that I determined to insert it.  My heart’s desire is, that it may be blessed to all who read it.—­As I passed the Centenary Chapel this evening, a gentleman thus accosted me:  ‘You don’t know me.’  I answered, ‘No sir.’  He rejoined, ’I sat in your pew about nine years ago.  Mr. Curnock preached about Noah’s Ark; and a word you spoke to me afterward, forcibly impressed my mind.  You said, ‘Get into the Ark,’ and now I have got into the Ark.’  I had no remembrance of the circumstance, but am thankful he has got in.  To God be all the glory!—­Sitting by the fire this evening, I fainted.  So graciously does my heavenly Father deal with me, that he blesses and chastens me in love; for this, my heart’s desire is to praise Him:  I thirst for a deeper baptism, and more intimate communion with Him.”

  MY SIXTY-NINTH BIRTHDAY.

  Now the evening shadows lengthen,
    Nature’s feebleness appears;
  Every grace within me strengthen,
    To sustain increasing years.

  Perfect in me all Thy pleasure,
    While I sojourn here below;
  Every fruit, in richer measure,
    Through my dying Lord bestow.

“By the evening train a family party, consisting of thirteen of us, safely arrived in Searbro’.  Five went to the band-meeting, which was very thinly attended.  One of the five spoke, having been upwards of fifty years a member.  I went to Mr. F.’s class, and though I could not hear what the members said, I heard the leader, who made some very appropriate remarks.  When addressing me, he related an anecdote of Rowland Hill, who, going to preach at a village,