“A few days of beautiful spring weather permitted her to enjoy an occasional walk, which was generally made subservient to some higher purpose than that of mere refreshment.  Thrice her steps were directed to the Sanctuary, opportunities which she richly enjoyed.  Of one of these she says, “I enjoyed the privilege of meeting my friends at the lovefeast, and hearing them speak of the power of grace to save; but my poor body is very feeble.”

This short respite, however, excited in her mind no fallacious expectation of a much longer reprieve; and more than once she expressed her conviction, that, as the summer advanced she would be no better.  The weather suddenly changed; and the prevalence of north and easterly winds, accompanied with rain, confined her to the house.  To use her own expressive language, “June enters weeping, and yet (10th) remains in tears.”  This circumstance elicited almost the last effort of her poetic pen.

  “Fairest month of summer’s Trine,
    Why dost thou remain in tears? 
  Ask not.  ’Tis the will divine;
    This shall dissipate my fears. 
  He, who ruleth in the sky,
    Knoweth what His creatures need;
  He can every want supply,
    Trust Him, and His promise plead. 
  Clouds may wear a frowning brow,
    Blasting winds may sweep around,
  He, who reigns above, knows how
    Best to make his love abound. 
  Then, I’ll cast my every care
    On my promise-keeping God;
  Honour Him by faith and prayer;
    Rest upon His faithful word. 
  Should the cloud continue still,
    Thou for ever art the same,
  All the workings of Thy will
    But proclaim Thy glorious name.”

The last entries of her diary, which with a solemn significance just fill up the volume, we give in full.

“June 11th.—­I expected to have received my ticket, but no one came, I clearly see no dependance can be placed upon the creature.  On Thee, O Lord, let all my confidence rest!  Glory be to God, though I am an isolated one, I am not left alone.  I do feel drawn, after God, I have given myself to Him, and He is chief in my affection.

19th.—­My seventy-eighth birth-day.  I had intended writing, but the Lord saw otherwise.  I was in bed three parts, of the day, and on the 20th very ill, having taken cold.

21st.—­Thursday the longest day.  I am very feeble, but have taken my pen to acknowledge the goodness of God to me for so long a period.  At noon we had an awful thunderstorm, during which my soul was calm and peaceful.  This is the Lord’s doing.  I felt sweet trust and confidence in my Almighty Saviour.  Afterwards I received my ticket at the hands of the Rev. Thos.  Nightingale.  On the ticket there is written, ’I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore with everlasting kindness have I drawn thee.’”

24th.  THE SABBATH.

  Peaceful is the Sabbath morn,
    Glad I welcome its return;
  Now Thy presence I implore,
    Come, and never leave me more.