My soul was led out to Him who has prepared greater things than these for those that love Him.  My spirit is revived.  ’Bless the Lord, O my soul.’—­Riding out yesterday, I called to see my dear friend Isaac, who, like myself, is waiting until her change come;—­a touching little interview.  She told me while she was praying for me in my affliction, it was impressed upon her mind, ’My power is unlimited.’  O may it be exerted in my full preparation for eternal glory, to meet my dear friend there.  I sometimes get transient glimpses of it.  I feel myself a helpless worm, but the name of Jesus is sweet.  There is none I desire in comparison of Him.  Though I cannot get out I am able to read, and the word of truth is my constant companion.—­A beautiful day:  the sun shines in splendour, but sin spoils all the beauty.  While my eyes are cheered with what I see, my heart is saddened with what I hear.  One has fallen into sin,—­one I have highly esteemed in time past.  What need to put on ’the whole armour of God,’ and watch!—­I felt more vigorous in my classes to-day, and spoke very plainly, for I feel a great love for these souls.

  “Thou art, O God, the life and light
    Of all this wondrous world we see;
  Its glow by day, its smile by night,
    Are but reflections caught from Thee;
  Where’er we turn Thy glories shine,
  And all things fair and bright are Thine.”

“I feel decaying nature; but my soul does not lose its appetite for divine things.  In the midst of forgetfulness, and other infirmities, my only centre is in Christ.—­As the day was fine, I walked to Heworth in search of an absent member, and after many inquiries, found out her abode; but she was not at home.  I got some important information about her.  My walk was a most impressive one,—­on a lovely road, on either side overhung with foliage—­but, being autumn, the way was strewed with withered leaves, while every breeze, though soft, wafted others to the ground in showers;—­fit emblem of my own decay!  I was much wearied.—­The Rev. Robert Young, who has recently been on a deputation to the South Sea Missions, selected Fiji as the topic of his speech at the Missionary Meeting, and gave a very cheering account of my Richard, in the midst of cannibalism.  I went into the vestry to speak with him; but was overwhelmed with my feelings.  Have been laid aside by affliction; but the Lord has been intimately near.  My faith has been strengthened, and I cling more closely to my best Friend.  Many blessed promises have been brought to remembrance, which have cheered me, and created sweet peace.—­My faith wants to borrow the pinions of the eagle.  Lord help me, I am Thine; I dare trust in Thee; unprofitable as I am, Thou art my God.—­My thought before I rose this morning was:—­

  Down life’s declivity,
    Borne by the surge,
  On to eternity,
    Swiftly I urge;
  Not without cheering hope,
    When I am gone,
  Jesus will bear me up,
    Straight to His throne.”