[Her feelings under this painful bereavement were deep,—­too deep for expression; but she maintained under it a calm spirit of resignation, which some might have mistaken for indifference.  The writer sees her yet, as she stood for some minutes, pale and motionless, leaning on the side of the coffin, just before it was closed; and gazing in the face of the dead.  There was no tear; she did not even imprint a kiss on the inanimate clay, for it was but the image of him whom she had loved.  Her thoughts were in heaven.  At length stroking the face, now insensible to her touch, she said, “Poor John, I shall soon meet you again.”]

“My dear John was consigned to his bed of dust, to wait until the resurrection morn.  Mr. Bourne came home with us.  His conversation helped to cheer the gloom of parting for a little season.  My mind was consoled with the joyful hope of being guided through the wilderness by Him, who so condescends to a worm of earth as to say, ’Thy Maker is thy Husband.’  Amazing love!  I was again permitted to tread the courts of the Lord’s house.  Visited J.H. in the afternoon, and spoke plainly to her husband.—­Met the dear people, but was far from being satisfied with myself.  I want a stronger faith, and more ardent love to the souls of those who are committed to my care.  My precious husband has now been fourteen days in the eternal world.”

  And can I wish him back,
    Again to suffer here? 
  No! following on the track,
    I haste to meet him there.

“My soul goes out after Thee, O God.  Thou art my treasure in this vale of tears—­my friend, my husband, my God, and my all.—­Able to meet both my classes, and felt energy of spirit while urging on the members the necessity of keeping up communion with God; I requested them to give a quarter of an hour every day, to pray for the prosperity of their class, and of their own souls.”

  In the midnight of my grief,
    Up to Thee, I lift my eye;
  Grant, O grant me sweet relief,
    Let me feel Thy presence nigh;
  Nothing else can succour bring,
    Here alone I rest my hope;
  To Thy bleeding cross I cling,
    Lift the drooping sinner up.

“I changed my residence for one in St. Saviourgate, near the house of God; for this I desire to be thankful, and to dedicate myself to the Lord; having sincerely sought His counsel and direction, I feel satisfied.

“Easingwold.  We were much led out in prayer, that the Lord would this day bring some one to seek Him.  In the evening three persons came in, one evidently desirous of salvation; may this encourage the efforts of thy handmaid to seek the benefit of the people in this place.—­I feel much the absence of my dear departed husband.  His memory is dear.  O Lord, help me to quicken my steps to meet him in heaven.  My body is trembling and feeble; but my soul is vigorous.  I have to-day resigned my office of Treasurer to the Clothing Society,