Hallow’d is the hour of prayer,
  When the Spirit helps me there;
  When the soul is drawn above,
  Borne on wings of faith and love;
  Then, released from earth, I rise
  Far beyond the starry skies;
  See, in Christ’s atonement free,
  Life for all mankind, and me.

“Mrs. C. called, and kindly took me to Class.  I gave out the hymn my Eliza sang the day before she died, and prayed with them.—­I have been led by the Spirit of God to my knees, and find it no vain thing to wait upon the Lord.  I am urged to look after my petitions, and feel it good to be thus reminded.—­Mrs. Hartley called to bid me good-bye.  I felt it very good while we prayed together.  On her return to the city she was taken very ill, and sent a request by my daughter, that I would pray for her.  I will.  Felt blest in doing so.—­My two sons are going to widely distant localities, but in their Master’s field.  Oh! how my heart longs that they may be richly endued with power from on high, and made abundantly useful among those with whom they mingle, and that many may be the saved of the Lord.  John Arthur and David are also, this day, going on the Lord’s errand.  O bless the lads!  Make them wise to win souls to Jesus.  My soul longs for their prosperity.—­Nine of my dear grandchildren took tea with us.  For these and all the rest my soul earnestly longs, that we may be an undivided family above.  I was blest while praying with them.—­My dear son John and his wife, with five children, left us on their way to Germany, hoping to reach London this evening.  O Lord, prosper Thou his journey to yonder land!  I feel deeply for him.  O bless him, Lord!”

  Oh! what a world of care,
    Anxiety and grief! 
  How multiplied our sorrows are! 
    Where shall we find relief?

  Our lov’d ones come, and glad we are
    To see their smiling face;
  But brief these transient visits are,
    And then, the last embrace.

“Mrs. Nightingale came to meet two women in distress for their souls.  They wept sore, and found encouragement.  I felt it good to mingle my petitions with their’s. [This was the commencement of a class at her own residence, conducted by Mrs. N., and formed especially for my mother’s accommodation.  Up to this time she was nominally a leader, but since her removal to Heworth, she had but very occasionally been able to ride down to the city, and mingle in the communion of saints, a privilege, the loss of which she had deeply felt.  The provision thus made was therefore a source of unspeakable comfort.  Mrs. Nightingale says, “We found her at the appointed time, but oftener before, sitting in prayerful silence, waiting upon God.  At such times her countenance was most heavenly; lit up with a light and glory, which bespoke her relation to, and hidden life with, her divine Lord.  It was our privilege, when she was able, to listen to the words of wisdom and instruction which fell from her lips.  Her deep acquaintance