help me!—­I rode to the Cemetery to see the spot where my Eliza lies.  Well, a little while, and I hope to join her among the spirits of the just made perfect.  I proceeded from thence to my brother’s in Dove Street.—­Have been a week in Dove Street.  Through mercy I have been able to rise every morning at six; and while reading Dr. Clarke’s Theology, my spiritual strength has been, renewed.  I have enjoyed many blessings from the Lord, and my time has passed pleasantly, but my poor brother is very, very infirm.  I have called on several friends in the street, and had the opportunity of praying in two families.—­Latterly, during the night season, the enemy has afflicted my mind with painful temptations; but I am not left to myself, the Lord is my helper.—­To-day I was much drawn out in prayer for one of my grandsons.  Surely the Spirit moved me.  After tea, four of my grandsons, and my daughter, bowed with me before the Lord.  It was a time to be remembered.  The Lord drew near, and I was melted down before Him.—­Weak yet pursuing.  My daughter Mary unexpectedly read to me the words, ’Lo!  I am with you alway even to the end of the world.’  The truth thrilled through my heart, as a flash of lightning.—­Sweet peace.  This evening a stranger, brought by E.F., came to converse on spiritual subjects.  We prayed together, and the Lord drew near.—­Alone; but graciously moved by my heavenly Father to pour out my soul in prayer; I enjoyed sweet access by the Holy Spirit, on behalf of many dear ones.  Glory be to God, that to a worm He manifests His presence, and reveals His love.  Mary had a note from Richard, informing us of a change of purpose respecting his return to England.  Well; if they commit their way unto the Lord, they will not err far.  This shall be my prayer for them, while strength is continued.—­Awoke by a fit of coughing, I heard as if a voice spoke to me, ‘Union with Jesus gives the power of patience.’  I feel it.—­Met the Lord’s people in great weakness, but with great longing for their spiritual health.  Miss R. read me a letter from Miss K., informing her of the happy change, which had taken place in her mind.  My soul rejoiced to hear the news, particularly as she had been for some time laid upon my mind whenever I approached the throne of grace.”

“1858.—­My John spent a few days with us.  I have enjoyed his company more than ever before; perhaps I prayed more, that it might be so.  I think I feel more deeply the hallowing influence of prayer.  My soul feeds on Jesus.  Glory be to God for a Saviour.”

  While midnight shadows blended,
    And nature seem’d to sleep,
  Me, angel watchers tended,
    Who always vigil keep;
  I felt them hov’ring o’er me,
    Though hidden from my view;
  A veil was spread before me,
    But is the thought less true? 
  Watch’d by these heavenly strangers,
    ‘Who all my paths attend,’
  And oft from foes and dangers,
    My progress would defend;
  O give me circumspection
    To guard against the foe,
  Then, sure of their protection,
    I on to conquest go.