secret motions of my heart concur with the enemy of my soul to bring me into bondage, I long for victory.  When will the happy moment arrive?  Have lately thought the Lord has something for me to do; I would not bury my talents in the earth; but do Thou Lord, who knowest my insufficiency, direct my way.  Glory be to God, I am blest while calling to mind his innumerable mercies.  It is like lifting up the lid of a casket to expose the jewels contained therein to the light of the sun, whose radiance they reflect, and whose heat they attract.—­How sweet to be at the throne of grace!  Have had great freedom with the Lord while interceding for a fallen friend, over whom I lament.  O that God would reclaim the wanderer.  My soul is sweetly drawn out after more of the image of God, for to the present I have but little imitated my Lord.  God help me in my life to display every feature of his character.  My dear cousin Ann is, I fear, sinking, so true is it, ‘Man cometh up as a flower,’ and is cut down; but she is happy in God.  This is cause of thanksgiving.  Many of the excellent of the earth are retreating behind the veil.  May I work while it is day.  What a poor slothful soul I have been, when heaven shines so bright above me.  Now I feel resolved to work.  Jesus, Thou seest my heart, aid me that I loiter no more.  A full salvation is what my soul aims at; but ah! how grovelling and low are my desires! language is too poor to express my poverty, when seen in the light of the Sun of righteousness.

  O! when shall I from sin set free,
  Bask in the light of Deity?

Expand my heart and fill the wide expanse.—­While Mr. Haswell was preaching, a woman cried out, ’Bless the Lord; bless the Lord O my soul.’  I trust she was under divine influence.  Mr. H. gave out; ‘Praise God from whom,’ &c.  I began to suspect the power of God was more eminently present than I imagined:  this led me to seek after it in my own breast, and to long for a more powerful manifestation.  Praise God, I could say,

  ‘Lo!  God is here, let us adore.’

On my return home, I met the judge with his retinue returning from court, lighted by torches.  How solemn!  But what, when the Judge of all the earth shall descend from heaven with a shout and with the trump of God!  At His bar must I appear, and conscience that staunch witness, give its unimpeachable evidence for or against me, O that Jesus, the sinner’s friend, may then sustain my cause.  Praised be His name; faith springs up in my heart, and encourages me to believe that I shall receive the crown of life.  Blessed hope!—­Mrs. ——­ breakfasted with me.  We had a truly blessed morning—­our conversation was in heaven.  During the day I have been troubled with evil reasoning.  When shall this body of death be destroyed, and Christ be all in all?  Visited Miss D. in the asylum.  She seems in dark despair; I got her to her knees, and found it precious to my own soul.—­Glory be to God I dare believe.  Keep me till I am fully